Suh Weet Diss Poe Sit Shun.

I often ask myself.
Who is this girl?
That I catch glimpses of in windows.
Reflections.
Other people's pupils.

What they collect.
From pictures.
Posts.
And real life encounters.
On bad days.
Good days.
Mediocre days.

I really never can know what people think of me.
Unless I'm not myself.

How am I not myself?
How am I not myself?
How am I not myself?
How am I not myself?