Beauty Beneath it all

What would i do if i could change my past?

Would i wipe the slate clean?

Would i be myself or this brand new charcter?

A reflection of what i could be, should be , or am.

Would they call me a walking contradiction, a hyprocrite, or simply a laughing stock?

Would they even know my name?

A magnifying glass following my every move.

Making sure i don't mess up or step out of line.

Seeping to my soul as the voices echo in my head . It's trying to tell me who i am.

 I start to laugh out loud.

The outsiders look on with confusion.

Only because they can't understand the conversation between my mind and I.

I bet if i could share my thoughts, they wouldn't look on with disarray.

It's the perfect secret.

Wondering eyes, soft whispers , oh why does the silence seem so loud.

My thoughts become confusion.

My words become void.

I find myself questioning

Who are you?

What does your mirror reflect?