Standards in the Stars

What would I be
if the years had taken
my insecurities
and my obvious lack of becoming
anything?

Who would you be
without the mirror to guide you
through the life you built around
your Prada bag and smoldering eyes?

Where would your honeyed voice
get you if you suddenly lost
your ability to care?

If I could be you
For a day
Any day
But today.

How would it feel
to feign indifference
or even pride
when I walked by the reflection
known as me?

Why would I choose
to walk in those shoes?
You were always a size
smaller than me, anyway�

When it's all said
and done,

Who will I be?
Who will you let me be?