Let’s start the day.
I already know how I’ll sound
same jokes, same tone,
like I’m reading myself out loud.
People like the way I fit,
so I keep fitting.
Even when I change,
I change in character.

I think about leaving the script,
but someone always laughs too soon,
and I crawl right back
to the part they know.

Everyone’s a mirror,
I’m the frame that never moves.
I built a life from feedback
and called it truth.
I don’t even need to try
habit wears my face for me.
It’s safer to be known
than to be free.

Sometimes I test it
say something out of character,
watch the air shift,
watch their eyes ask if I’m okay.
And I smile, like, “Just kidding.”
And there goes another little chance
to mean it.

It’s not fear, exactly
it’s recognition.
The story’s been running so long
it thinks it’s skin.

Everyone’s a mirror,
I’m the frame that never moves.
I built a life from feedback
and called it truth.
I don’t even need to try
habit wears my face for me.
It’s safer to be known
than to be free.

But what if I let it glitch?
Let the line drop mid-word?
Would they still hear me,
or would they just hear noise?
Maybe noise is closer
to what I meant all along.

Everyone’s a mirror,
but I can look away.
Maybe losing recognition
is the only honest play.
I don’t even need to try
the act’s already fading.
If freedom looks strange,
then let them call it breaking.

Anamorphosis

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