Appearances
I still don’t know what face to make in pictures
I’ve lived for 28 years
And I’ve never known
Where to look
How to smile
I used to think that I did not like the way I look
And I wonder about that
Because the mirror is okay
When you dream
Is it in POV?
I can’t remember if mine are
I’m obsessed with my reflection in store windows
They feel like the most accurate
Because I’m not really looking for myself
And I manage to glimpse anyways
And I can peak as I walk
And I think I’m seeing what other people see
I just don’t know if I’ll ever really know what I look like
Sometimes someone takes a candid photo of me
And I think
Who is that