"You fell in love with my flowers
But not with my roots
So when autumn arrived
You didn't know what to do"

-Unknown

Anxiety, like fire,
Needs fuel,
We feed it with fear,
If only,
we can let it burn out.

I hate mirrors,
because they never show me.
Every time I look,
there's a stranger,
sometimes with scars,
other times with red eyes.
He changes his hair,
but his eyes always,
are so foreign,
that he's not from here,
and I don't know him,
or what he's like.