who are you?
and why do you look at me so strangely. like i'm almost peculiar.
i don't think i recognize you.
why so judgmental? what business do you have here?
i don't walk funny, do i?
i used to think i walked fine till you sauntered in.
why do you still glare? do you think i'll break and cry?
well, quite honestly, chances of that are quite thin.
now what are you saying?
my clothes are funny? they aren't the right style?
well you can buy me new ones if you don't mind paying.
though this has been working for me since a long while.
are you going to comment on my hair?
is there something wrong with it too?
does it not have that precisely right flair?
wait you might be right, what do you think i should do?
should i cut it short or let it straight?
maybe dye it lighter, or a vibrant shade.
i know i'm not slender, its an ugly trait.
its fine. i can always fight the way i was made.
now whats the look for? don't you recognize me?
i'm her, not new but improved
isn't this what you wanted me to be?
why don't you respond? why do you mimic me?
why do you blink when i blink? is that a tear i see?
is the tear i see, the tear i feel roll down my cheek?
why don't you look happy? i did all this because of you?
aren't i better? transformed completely from hair to shoe?
why do you look me up and down, as i do you?
why are you so disappointed? i look just like you!
i wipe my eyes with my sparkly sleeve.
i catch your eye as you put your hand in your pocket, same as me.
fed-up of both your judgement and sorrow, we both turn around and leave.
i got rid of you. the problem is getting rid of ME.
