Winter is cold.

The slosh of snow in my boots,

Traveling on the icy roads,

Staying inside to stay warm,

My skin being as pale as the snow on the ground.

But winter is also warm,

The snow in my boots. From caroling outside to spread joy,

Traveling on the icy roads. To get to family Christmas,

Staying inside to stay warm. Watching a Christmas movie cuddled in a blanket.

My skin being as pale as the snow on the ground. Fake tan is a thing.

Silver glass, seeing myself.

But not my true self.

What I see is a mask, a mask put on for other people.

Behind the mask is the real me.

The me that is insecure about my loud personality,

The me that is insecure about the stretch marks on my legs,

The me that is insecure about my stomach not being flat,

The me that is insecure about the size of my thighs,

The me that is insecure about my colorful personality.

What lies behind the mirror is the truth, who I really am.

Blue, the ocean waving as I look out.

Blue, the salty tears over what once was.

Blue, the music playing in my headphones as I sit.

Blue, the feeling of having no one to talk to.

Blue, the sweatshirt I'm wearing that was once yours.

Blue, everything is blue without you.

Blue, I don't know what to do.

One day, photos won't be enough.

The memories are fading,

The love we once shared,

Is gone like a leaf in the crisp fall wind.

One day, photos won't be enough.

Looking back, on what you once cherished,

But you now resent.

One day, photos won't be enough.

Reminders of you everywhere,

Everywhere I look,

One day, photos won't be enough.