American Beauty

Do I really look that miserable?
Is it really me I'm seeing?
Or is it someone else inside my skin?
Do my eyes really look that sad?
Why did it take a haircut for me to finally look into my eyes?
Why did I have to cut my hair before I could really see me for the first time in years?
Do others see me?
Or do they see the me I used to see?
Suddenly things come together.
Remember how confused I was when I felt so rotten inside and nobody seemed to notice?
Maybe they will now.
Now I see how messed up I really am
others might see it as well
an American Beauty
we're all fucked up in some way
at one point
or another