Glimmering, Shining, Harsh, but Delicate, 

Me. 

You. 

A silhouette reflection of something that’s supposed to be, 

Me. 

You - 

Dirty mirror, I need Windex to wipe it clean but all I can still see, 

Me. 

You, 

Pick up a brush and give gentle strokes. 

Up, down, left, right. 

Eyes glisten in the mirror, 

Light bounces off of skin,  

Somehow in a trance I no longer feel like, 

Me. 

You, 

Stare back at yourself, or is it staring at you? 

Colors and shadows, highlights and creme, 

Maybe a curling iron or a straightener. 

I don’t want to feel like, 

Me. 

You. 

Become somebody new. 

Taking different accessories, 

Layering them on a body, 

Dressing up the entity, 

Channeling all the uncertainty that comes with leaving, 

Me. 

To become,  

You. 

It doesn’t feel like it but somehow I’m not here  

I know this is my body but this is not me  

Someone else is borrowing me right now 

And I am living inside of a dream  

There’s makeup on my face, almost a mask it seems 

My clothes don’t seem to fit but they hug my body perfectly  

Not sure what happens next because it’s different everyday  

I see new smiles and reactions all the time, so it’s never the same  

This is my home  

But for my guests it’s just a treat  

A time to sit and laugh and watch  

While I show them where else they can be  

The world I live in, you cannot see  

It doesn’t exist but visiting is free  

You can be old or young or anything in between  

But nothing will stop me from trying my best to be  

The source of your children’s core memories  

Their laughter and amazement  

They don’t know it now but this is not me  

Yet it is everything I’ve ever wanted to be  

And exactly who I’ll continue to be 

I am me.  

You.  

You are me.  

Me.  

And that’s who we’ll always be.