You’re not who you think you are.
From head to toe, you dress in fashions beyond your means. You ache at the thought of being surpassed, at the thought of being ignored. Your hair so beautifully tossed, eyes sparkling with the life you never wanted. There’s a fire inside you, but it burns for something more than what you are. Something more than you will ever be.
The laugh that so elegantly flows from your lips, the way you throw your whole body into it. It’s all fake. You are not the obnoxious sounds that come from your mouth. You are not the voice that we didn’t want to hear. The words that spill out so pretentious, so fake. You are more than this.
You are not the person you see in the mirror. You are not the person I see when I look at you. You are nothing and everything. But you are not who you think you are.
You are not this person you portray to the world. You improvised, made this person up along the way. When life smacked you in the face, you changed. You altered your course for the coming storm. You are not who you wanted to be.
You are not who you were.
You are not who you think you are.
You are not who I think you are.
You are not who you will be.
You are not who you wanted to be.
You are you.