Intertwined Mishaps

I find myself putting on this face. This face of strength and security and confidence. It includes narrowed eyes and a tight jaw that can take any punch thrown its way. I smile widely to further extend the illusion that I'm happy with who I am, and I roll my eyes to let them wonder if I think I'm better than them. This face of steel ready to take on the world, face any obstacle thrown at me. And then, out of no where, you walk in... Into the room, into my life... And that face of strength and confidence melts down to the fragile child that I once was... That I still am. My eyes no longer narrow and look straight ahead, they quickly glance around and come to rest on the floor as you greet me. My jaw loosens and goes into a slight smile as my cheeks burn... I'm suddenly aware of my frizzy hair and that I have no makeup on, I'm in baggy clothes... In front of you. I'm no longer able to take on the world, I'm only able to stare at the floor in awe that you, you, are even talking to me. Frizzy haired, plain, sloppy me.