The Body of a Stranger
I look in the mirror
And do not recognize
The reflection
Which stares back at me directly.
Who have I become?
She is not who she once was
And not who I dreamed of being.
She is a stranger.
Stoic and poised.
And I am not.
I am not her,
And she is not me,
But I will pretend to be her.
I will pretend not to be scared
And shy and imperfect.
And she will continue to be
Proud and elegant.
Until I become the woman
I one day hope to be,
I will hide behind her
And fake her
Tact and class
I will smile with her eyes
And laugh with her mouth
Until we are the same.
I will continue to fake her life
So that one day, I can have my own.