Persona; Short Term (The Cyclops)

New hairstyle.

New clothes.

New music.

New thoughts. New questions.

Same jewelry.

New excitement.

New vision.

New goals. New limits.

New me.

I can’t be the person I was.

This is just a temporary switch. A soft reboot.

I’m not depressed. I can’t afford to be.

I need to keep moving, just on a different track.

I cannot embody what I’ve been given just yet.

I cannot look at myself in the mirror now,

knowing what the person looking back at me lost.

I’m no longer at my prime,

but if I put on a new mask, there’s no competition.

No backpedaling, only forward

surround me while my wings grow.

Questions. Questions. Questions.

Stop. Go. Stop.

Create me in my new image.

I will be my own creator.

I will be my own character.