Who
What
Where
How do they make me feel?
Where do they fit in my perspective?
What weight do their opinions carry?
And who are they to me?
Questions to narrow down which side of me you’ll receive.
If who you are holds value
And what you say speaks volume
then maybe my mask will fold
But if you don’t fit around me
maybe I’ll shift into you
and my mask will mold.
Tucked away in silence is the solid truth
The one that sits back when they’re spoken to
“Who are you” echoes through the room
A shared face yet different thoughts
Depending on the context is who I show off
But the one who never sees the light through the eyes of the world
is the one I’m afraid is too scared too be heard
For ears can be deaf and bodies can be left
but the mind stays to linger on memories well kept.
To ask which of the many are representing
is a question for the void
It’s not until I’m left alone in reflection
that I can meet the one in the mirror
Wondering why I chose them for the night
makes me question further
who are you to make me switch faces
and suddenly the self interrogation
turns into a tango for two
But for these thoughts to be swirling
theres simply just not enough room
So then come the distance I place between you and I
Dancing with no music because your steps act as notes
and you are the muse.
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