Glimpses

There is something very wrong with noticing,
When I look the same as you.
Of course, I don’t look like you,
Forever comforted that I’m only comparing.
I’m not looking,
Just trying to find the parts of you, in me.
That urge to let my gaze linger for longer,
Wonder what would happen if you looked up.
The fear, excitement, and self-loathing,
It is a constant whirling background noise.
In those moments when I fear a word
That could define and alter everything…