ten years old,
i'm looking up at you.
you're doing your makeup in the bathroom mirror,
getting ready for your high school dance.
i used to want to be exactly like you,
gorgeous and blonde,
have shiny white teeth,
and make a room light up when i talk.
you're blonde and i'm brunette.
you have green eyes,
while i have brown.
i have anxious tenancies,
and i feel out of control and freak out.
i used to think we were so different,
but maybe we're not.
