I wish I could look in the mirror and know who I am.
Brown hair, big eyes, and the scar under my forehead.
Living is outworking all of my fears.
Crestfallen, I’m weeping dry tears.
I’m tired of floating, tired of fading.
I’m my own stranger.
I’m tired of waiting.
So unzip the words right out of my mouth.
All of the words I could live without.