• youngster 23w

    Familiar Stranger

    I look into the mirror.

    There she is again.

    Brown hair.

    Brown eyes.

    A wide smile and lightly dusted pink cheeks.

    I wish i knew her better.

    I wish i was her.

    I wish i could be comfortable in a tank top.

    In shorts.

    But there are too many scars.

    Everywhere.

    But there she is.

    Telling me it's ok.

    Maybe she's right.

    Maybe she's not just a familiar stranger.