I Don't Want To Be You Anymore ~ Poem by Aimee Woolford

I don't want to be you anymore.
You, standing in the mirror, oh I see you:
You taunt me with your imperfections,
With your flaws and with your insecurities.

"Would you take a look, ladies and gentlemen? "
It's a mess! A wreck! It stares back at you.
Numb and cold.
The eyes glazed over could pierce glass, could shatter fabric. But she's too shy.
She's too afraid to break anything while she is being broken herself.
She's turning into dust, her beautiful brain disintegrating;
But it's fine, right?
Her illness has to be physical for it to be relevant?
Of course.