In the hours of the morning
Just between 6 and 7
I get out of bed and stare in the mirror

That's when I'm most me

But between 7 and 8

I finish curling my confidence

And brushing my strength

Just so it looks good enough for others

I put me on hold

We separate

And I become her

Walking beside her I often just hide in her shadow

I let her take control

I let her talk about people like me

I let her be worse than me

But she is so beautiful

Her hair is wrapped in metaphors

She laughs projects and is as contagious as a virus

Her smile shines as a light the whole room depends on

But me, I just watch her from afar

Wondering if one day I could be her

Between 3 and 4 her phone rings Her friends are calling

She and I have the same friends

But they like her more

And they pity me

They want to hang out

And she doesn't want me to tag along

So I stay put and wait for her to turn up but she doesn't

Without her, I am lost

With her, I am just me

And she is her, but not herself

Her is me

But I am not her