look back at me

i’m so worried i won’t be me

when they look back at me. 

i don’t talk as much as i used to. 

do they miss the noise, or do

they miss the girl? 

unproblematic. 

sleeps like a rock without 

watching the world burn

every night. 

wears frilly skirts and 

eyeball rings every tuesday. 

tells her classmates she’s satan,

wears devil ears every day.

doesn’t like cheeseburgers. 

talks to everyone she can.

i can’t remember her too well.

only the little things i thought

would be important.

i would’ve worn those devil

ears until the day i died

if they hadn’t broke.

i love cheeseburgers. 

i hate frilly things

and dresses.

i still name everything i see.

i hate people.

all of them. 

i wish i could find her, 

tell her i was sorry 

for becoming

me.