My closet is full of borrowed personalities. This one’s a bit big, that one too tight around my throat. Maybe if I wear it enough I will shrink to fit. Do you like this one? I think it makes me look more interesting. Maybe this humor could hide how desperately I check my phone for your texts. Does this mask still show the lonely little girl inside? The one with mismatched socks and bated breath never understanding the joke until it was too late to laugh. Will this one make me look cool? Desirable? Pretty? Normal? Who do you want me to be? Who do I need to be for you to stay?
I say, fcuk what people wants you to be. Just be yourself hehe Anyway, why is your poem so relatable? First of all, i love the opening line of the poem and as I read it further, I thought I saw myself in your lines. I mean, I feel that we've all gone through this, at least once in our life. Some, more than once 😭
A "closet full of borrowed personalities" is a wonderful central conceit. "Cool? Desirable? Pretty? Normal?" is also a great line. I especially like how tangible the anxiety is, and the slight wordplay between pretty/normal. "Do I look pretty? Do I look normal?" And smashed together when read aloud, "Do I look pretty normal?"