A transfiguration
She felt the happenings deep inside of her;
Not a change but something deeper.
She felt lighter in a way that no scale would recognize
A sort-of evaporation.
She was turning away from who she was
into only
everyone’s idea of who she was.
If you could only see
the way her eyes would light up with the hope of that completion
You’d feel sad with me.
But atleast we would know.
No one else would know.
They would all still see her feel her touch her taste her
and no one had ever heard her, anyway, so what difference would there be?
She would go on, fulfilling everyone’s expectations
forever.
Perhaps it is a mercy that there’d be nothing left of herself
to know that she should have had so much more.
Tags: adolescence, identify, loss, sell out
