I look into the mirror
I do not recognize who I am
My mind begins to panic
And my hands start to sweat
Mornings like these are always hardest
I feel as if I am crawling out of my skin.
My body wants to scream
But my lips will not whisper the slightest thing.
Who am I?
Am I someone else today?
I feel like a stranger in my own home.
There is a surge of dread that wraps around my bones.
This can’t be normal.
I’m not that naive
But life moves forward
even in misery.
