I don't know her

Nothing looks the way it should
Trying to find acceptance in my skin
Marked and pale as the moon


I stare at the mirror
This isn't vanity
It is someone new
Wearing my eyes
She moves when I do
And I want to ask her name
Where she came from


I wonder if I would understand her answer
If it would be loud enough
Or even in the same language
My tongue thickens at the thought
While her pantomime continues
Mute
Mocking
Daring
As if expecting me to have the answers
But I don't
I don't know her