You

You look a little less than I remember you,
you sound a little like the same.
Your eyes are a tad bit darker
your voice sounds a little farther off.
You smile like a post-Madonna
and you laugh like a deaf symphony.
You tell me this is who you are, now,
and I tell you that you're lucky
you made it this far.
You roll your eyes like wheels synchronized,
and you smirk like you know it all.
Your nails are chewed,
if this is you,
I would love to see that mask peeled off.