Reflect, Reject, Reset

All this time I was searching
looking for myself through you
never understanding why
I would only find half-truths.

Easier to look across
than turn to face the mirror
taking cues from strangers words
losing my instinct to bleed.

I stepped-off the bus dancing,
I was free, a renegade
a vivid pagan queen.
My thoughts were all I would need.

I see myself reflection,
I almost let you shape me
into a quip, a jester
like your simple small town cool.