Just me

Do you ever have one of those days
when the girl in the mirror isn’t you?
The brown, wavy hair,
the glasses —
not you.
The girl who cried in the practice room —
not you.
Alienated from yourself,
you question your own identity.
Who am I?
Who is she?
What? You don’t have those days?
Oh, okay then.
It’s just me.

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