Seeing Me

I got to see me the other day.  I was pretty good looking and smiling.   I was chatting with strangers and running into old familiar friends.  I like me.  I am comfortable in my skin.  I am confident and hold my back strong.  My stride is sure and I have bold posture.  People see me coming and smile.

I don't know where I go.  I have been there for a long time.  I can't find my smile and look angry.  I avoided everyone and don't answer the phone or door.  I am sad with myself.  My skin hurts.  The ability to make a decision is completely gone and I am confused and shlumpy.  My shoulders droop and I shuffle bent like an old woman.  People look right through me.  I am invisible when I'm not seeing me.