Selling Yourself

Drop down the robes
Emitting sunshine,
Concealing desperation
And stand naked
In front of the mirror

What does it say?
Does it talk to you?
Are you listening
Or more interested in gazing at yourself?
Admiring your shapes?
Their developments over the years?
Admiring your beauty?
That you collected
Like stones thrown at you?

Oh! You found your best feature?
You are delighted.
You think they are the ones that get noticed?
But
You forget you are noticed after them
You are hidden behind their existence.
You are forgotten until they are forgotten.

Now you know...
You are not you until they are you...