Poetry

They don’t put a face on me.

Just a name.

That feels,

Not my own.

In a place

That feels

Not my home.
“Bethany!”

I turn my head

Like a dog

Who knows her name.

Repetition,

Muscle memory,

Habits 

Of the brain.
I know the me

Inside my soul

Not reflected 

On my outer shell

I know the me

You’ll never know

What a mirror

Never

Tells.

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