Undoubtedly

Hi,
My name is *****
and everything is fine.

Except I’ve developed a dread of mirrors.
Well, of what I see inside.
Because living in my mind
I’ve hated who I am
and what I think
and how I feel
and where I am in life.

I take a chisel to myself,
knock off pretentious chunks,
clear out drivel,
pick apart desperation.
I find clean lines among the lies,
bluster away any lingering,
ponderous,
obscuring dust.

Until only fine form of identity
is left to understand.
And while it is not the model
I would select
if I had planned ahead
and picked a muse.

It is,
undoubtedly,
Me.