Monday
it's been a most unusual morning, i can't seem to find my place. most unusual morning, i can't seem to find a suitable face or a 'me' that i'd like to pursue. i peer into the mirror, i feel unsure, but who has the time to complain? i HOPE i'm not shallow, but what does that prove? and so i find someone to judge me. one of these mornings i'll try to avoid that cackling glass on the wall. i'll stride out of my house and i won't give a damn what 'me' i've decided to show. and you won't ask me why i look different that day, and i will give no explanations. i'll continue the day, i'll continue to worry, but NOT about how they might see me. Written January 1st, 2000 © on May 03 2001 11:23 AM PST 0 • 12
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