I used to put on a game face
to meet the world.
Like Eleanor Rigby,
I kept it by the door
so I could grab it
every time I went out.
But now I find my own features
have been too long behind that mask;
They find it hard to relax and soften,
to adapt to the changes,
to adopt the appropriate responses
to events and conversations,
thoughts and feelings.
I want to change the face I wear,
the way I change my mind.
I want to change my self-image,
the way I change my clothes.
I want to change my self,
the way I change the channels on the TV.
Instead – I am stuck – undecided,
half-dressed, between channels.
but uncertain of the outcome…
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As my life goes on I believe somehow something's changed
Something deep inside...
I've been searchin so long to find an answer
Now I know my life has meaning
Now I see myself as I am, feeling very free...
When my tears have come to an end I will understand
What I left behind: a part of me. Chicago