“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
– Charles Bukowski
In my mirror image
I’m distorted
backwards
turned left to right
I’m the only one
in the world who
can not see myself as
others see me
Distorted outside
backwards
turned around
it doesn’t matter
I’ve made friends with
the woman reflected back
the one who can see inside herself
the one becoming all she can be
