I take my paint
And my make-up
And my brains
And my muscles
And my avatars
And my Twitter handle
And I keep telling the world who I am
Who I want them to know I am
Who I wish they would believe I am
Who I hope someone might get fooled and think I am
Someone I don’t even believe exists
But seems better than…
Better than that one in the mirror
Because the mirror can get so lonely
When there is a stranger looking back
I need your love
I need it directly from you
I need it indirectly, flowing through people around me
How in Hell am I supposed to know who I am
In the Hell of isolation?
In the Hell of apartness?
In the Hell of all by myselfness?
In the Hell of secrecy and hiddenness and loneliness
I am not safer by myself;
I am not even a person by myself.
Help me build me in you and in those you put around me