Work Text:
Look into a mirror
What stares back at you?
Something unfamiliar and undefined
A blank face waiting to be delineated
Trying out masks
Letting others create your visage
Then moving on to stealing faces
Nothing seems to fill the void of identity
Playing dress up with pronouns and presentation
Borrowing a sense of selfhood
Trying to get something to stick to no avail
Things might not ever feel whole
Forgetting yourself in a sea of costumes
Was a true self ever there in the first place
Maybe there will be a time your face is yours
But for now you'll have to settle for secondhand