me

Here's another not-about-me piece that again, just kinda came to me. In our middle school house group this weekend we talked about acceptance so I'm thinking this is a belated train of thought from that.

Me

I stare at my reflection

unsure if the person looking back is really me.

Locks of hair litter the floor;

the scissors laying beside me.

I heard you prefer girls with short hair

so I cut mine.

My hair is damp from rinsing it.

The smell of chemicals still lingering.

I heard you prefer blondes

so I exchanged my chestnut brown for a sandy yellow.

My glasses are now sitting in the trash can,

snapped in half for good measure.

I heard you prefer girls without them

so now I'm wearing contacts.

I've done all of this -

traded who I was for who I thought you wanted.

Yet will you notice me?

Will these changes make me stand out

or simply blend in?