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.



The atmosphere
how inconstant you are
one day pink
the next gray
are you toying with me?
If it’s flirting, it’s not working.
this heavy mist thing,
it’s choking up my light
How am I supposed to write?
Before I go on rhyming
I’ll just say
That I would like a little
sunshine today.