Mirror Mirror on the Wall

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.

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