Mirror

Pondering the streets wondering whether
I know who I am thoughts heavy as a feather
Looking into puddles of self-reflective thought
Conflict between what I want and what I think I ought
When I peer through the cracks of my opponent’s skull
I find myself sexless, the world appears dull
To be who I am results in being seen
As someone I’m not, not even ever been
The choice between being oneself or another
The choice of being someone’s partner or brother
Sister or friend some defined by your blood
The most important views of me however are not
Confused and left blind for an answer to follow
I return to me and find my heart hollow
Though blessed with the love for myself I return
To a place filled with laughter, and no more heartburn.