I'm looking into the mirror, but the person I see is not myself.
In fact, what I see is not a person at all.
All I see are a bunch of labels.
As a kid, the person I saw in the mirror was a person,
Now it's simply a list in person-form.
Libertarian975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ69POW51p7
Asexual975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbpDwh9WR5
Heteroromantic975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxy8FoPSQhn
Gender neutral975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY0tofo3Uc2
Writer975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoWLJN2fBVk
Seeker of patterns975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVQpURSXKzM
Dreamer975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ0JuOOwJ6e
Depressed
Overly Anxious975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ04U5YAUtKk
Creative975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMzICXoSxNZ
Introverted975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0YfoSRdIBg
These things are what other people see. They call me these things and say, "That's you"975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7uMXyUm5ai
I'm troubled by this; all I see are a bunch of words.975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIkSluK7EzL
Where is my dirt hair with light streaks of sun that always tries to escape from the grip of my hair ties?
Where are all my pimples, and whiteheads, and blackheads?
Where are the dents my glasses kiss onto my skull?
Where are my eyes, always looking confused and bored at the outside world, because they prefer seeing what's in my own mind?
Where am I?
I'm not here.
I dust away all the labels from my body, and they fly to the corners of the mirror, struggling to buzz back around my head and entomb me again.975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR4lOe1YWXw
I pick up the word asexual. Yes, this is me. I am proud to call myself this.
I stick it over my waist, so no-one can get past the barrier it sets.
Heteroromantic flies into my eye and I pick it up gingerly, settling its wings over my heart.
Libertarian I leave in the edge of my reality, whispering opinions to my conscious, but not close enough to break anything too delicate for it to handle.
Depressed
Over Anxious
Introverted
I mash them into nothing and blow them away. They are part of me, but they aren't me.
Writer
Dreamer
Seemingly similar phrases that are enemies always at war. Writing earns its place, leaving dreamer to find a new home
Seeker of patterns fades away before I can even get to it
I pick up gender neutral, it whispers lies into my ear
You are me because you are not like the others975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUvTEXc93do
You are me because you see things differently975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRcInQDJm7e
You are me because there is no better place to put you975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPMVOBBVNfn
Its words make my stomach a hurricane as I break it apart and remold it to form a single word: girl975Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrtIl6xqCFz
The world may see me as the lies, but my heart knows the truth, drags it into the ring to beat out the darkness the lies cause.
As each and every label is put in its proper place, I no longer see the human of labels or even where each piece of the puzzle connects in this jigsaw.
The only thing I see is the girl with pimply skin, flyaway hair, glasses, confused eyes and a personality like no other person has ever made a mask of
I see me, my own skin, my body, my mind.
I'm looking into the mirror, and I see myself.
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