It’s hard to see
in here despite all the
mirrors,
reflections on my reflection.
it’s heavy on my eyes
and I change my appearance
often enough to
question recognition
in the early morning
in the wake of three dreams
three different faces,
night visions only.
and I regularly
ignore what everyone
else sees in me,
so I don’t break character.
who am I without
the stories
I believe about myself.