Katie

Ask me what I look like
I stutter; I stare back.

My mind's eye sees a collage of contradictions
my hair is long and short
my fashion
fitting and shapeless
my face is nothing at all.

"I don't know" I whisper back.

Ask me who I am
this question is no better
my name
I cannot tell you
I just no what I am called.

I point to somewhere just outside my head
you nod.

Your eyes fall down in sorrow or pity
you sigh
I sigh too.
So I ask you
Give me a name
a face
a this or that
And we'll say that's the truth.

I'll live up to expectations
I'll leave it up to you.