me?

A girl of indeterminite age. Curling dark hair and a smiling face. Wide blue eyes that have had compliments thrown at them her whole life. This is the me I see in the mirror. The face other people see. But I don't know who this person is. I look into my own eyes, at my own smile, I shake my own dark hair and watch it bounce back into place. But there is no recognition. Just the person other people see. The girl the mirror shows me.

I don't know how to find me .

Behind the eyes that just can't see.

So I perpetuate the fallacy.

I post the picture that shows the version of me that is both most and least open to interpretation.

You can't know who I am just by looking, and neither can I.