.
Who is that?
Who is that person staring back at me?
Is that supposed to be me?
It follows all my movements, but it's not me.
I've seen them many times.
But that's not me.
It doesn't look like me.
It doesn't feel like me.
It can't be me.
That can't be what other people see.
It's not.
It can't be.
Why can't I look away from them.
The longer I stare into their eyes the less recognizable they look.
Every day, I go about my life as if I didn't see a monster in the mirror.
A monster that was meant to be me.
Those dark eyes, looking not at all how I am feeling.
I can't see the fear that I feel in them.
The overwhelming horror I'm experiencing in my very core, I cannot see.
Just a cold, lifeless void.
Eyes with evil intentions.
They're looking back at me like a separate being.
Shivers go up my spine.
I'm scared to look away
I'm scared to keep looking.
That's not me
