Molting

There's an urge inside me to completely shed my skin and become a new person. I'd compare it to wanting to be someone else, but it's not as if there's a person in mind that I would want to be. It feels more like a rejection of self, and I'm not sure if it's rooted in self hatred or just boredom. I've changed my style, I've cut and grown and colored my hair, I've even shaved my eyebrows off, but it's never enough. I'm still "me", and because I don't know who that is, it's hard to run away from. There's this urge to cut everyone off and separate from all of my circles just so I can start anew. When I do, things do change. I feel different from who I was a couple months ago, but the root of my being is still there. I want someone to look at me and see something unrecognizable, for better or worse.