Reevaluating

That girl...
with lots of eyeliner
in the sexy heels
with the tears in her eyes...
that isn't me.


When did I stop smiling?  When did I stop caring?  When did these walls go up?
Maybe I could name a specific date and time...
but maybe it's also been a process...
a process that now needs to come undone.

But do I want to undo it?

Oh, God, listen to me. I am so angsty.