and when I look in the mirror, with chopped hair and shitty teeth, is the son you wish you had looking back at me? or do you fill with disgust; seeing what has become of your once beloved daughter.

over years we've grown distant, and you now know nothing of my life. I wonder if we look at my baby photos at the same time ever. I see the happiness there was in my bright eyes, and the way the sun reflects my golden hair.

Much has changed since I was little, not only physically but in the way we speak to eachother. Every night spent at your house, it's as if two strangers moved in together. Could I ever fix this, and talk to you? would you even recognize my voice?