Once in awhile I crave all eyes on me.
Red lip stick, pencil thin skirt and heels,
Heels so high if your don't look, I don't know what else to do.
Then there are those day's, I want to wrap my self in
shadow.
Every eye seemed to be peircing through me. STOP!
Don't look at me. I internally scream.
The next day, the color of the day, is a vibrant purple.
I sashay myself through the door.
"Hey, honey look at me. Don't I look hot?"
Back and forth,  and back and forth
A never ending circle of up's and down's.
Any higher I would never see the ground,
Any lower I would never see sky.
Why must the two meet inside of me?
Why must there be this conundrum of perplexity?