Who Am I?

I am really trying to get into written expression. Here's something that I wrote... and yes, it's copyrighted... so don't try to steal it... anyway, here it goes:

---- Who am I----

Standing here feeling uncomfortable with myself, lowering my head in disgust at what I've become. Overly consumed with the feeling that someone is staring, frantically, I look around, as if to catch the perpetrator that's reading me like a Shakespearean play, paying attention to every letter to not miss a single word. There's no one around...maybe I'm just going crazy, but I still feel someone watching me. Suddenly, I look up... there he is, someone standing right before me... staring at me like he knows me. A stare like he's known me for many years, a stare that pierces every fiber of my being. His stare is now becoming uncomfortable and I'm becoming self-conscious.

Enraptured with his stare, I began to stare back. Dark hair, medium brown eyes. He is about my height, with a lovely light brown complexion. I think he is mixed possibly black and some kind of Spanish. As I stare he seems faintly familiar... like I've known him for some time. He seems so familiar that as I start to think about it, he seems more like family... or someone from my past.

His thin face, smooth skin, small frame and very youthful look are all too familiar. Short cut hair, handsome in almost every way. Suddenly someone faintly sings 'sexy light skinned'. I didn't even respond... didn't even want to know where it came from. Glancing to the left and briefly to the right, I realized he had captured and captivated an audience of his own. Every young girl wanting him, and everyone inquiring who he is, is too familiar to him.

Who is this young man that, for some reason, has arrested everyone's attention yet just kept his gaze on me. Narcissistically, he assumes my staring back welcomed his intrusive gaze. Searching around and now feeling even more insecure, I search for a way to get out of his peripherals. As I moved, I felt his eyes follow me, and then I looked up again and he wasn't there. Where did he go? Why did he leave? Then as I glance back up at the mirror and awaken from my daydream, the face staring back at me is my own. The face I became so captivated by was that of my own just ten years earlier. I stood there for a minute, slipping back into reality... trying to get out of the self-pity I sank into.

The smile that used to capture everyone's attention is now just happy if it captures the attention of just one. Age has gotten to him... and the fact that he let himself go... he finally realized it was time for him to get off his ass and do something about it. Something to regain his youth... regain the love that he lost... to regain and reclaim himself... it's one final chance for me to regain and reclaim ME.