Sequoya Henry

Do you know what it's like to be authenticaly you for once in your life and then look in the mirror and forget who you are?

Did the same tears I cried

Come from these almond-shaped eyes?

Did I laugh with these full lips?

Did I dare smile with these gap-filled teeth?

Is this me or is this just a body that I see in the mirror?

Do I become her or does she become me?

When others look at me, which person do they see?

Do they see someone with a resting sad face or do they see the endlessly caring and thoughful person I am inside?

Perceptions are decieving

I'm glad I'm not constantly aware of what I look like, because she holds me back from who I want to be.

Because I can't be myself if I'm worried about what's stuck between my teeth.