strangers
the mirror and i
enemies
strangers
the mirror and i
enemies
idk why it gives me comfort.
drowning out any assumptions
with bright colors and catchy phrases
now you see that perhaps
maybe it’s because you can never tell what’s on the inside

i don’t know how i got here
i can’t even pick an outfit, style my hair, or order a meal
without thinking about your approval
your passive aggressive remarks
a simple dagger to my chest
making me question every step, every word, every sentence.
what would you do?
what would you think?
for once i want to question: what do I think? what do i want?
with my answer not being clouded by your constant remarks
but how i can blame you for my own codependency?