As looked into the mirror this morning
A person I did not recognize was staring back at me

A stranger, with conviction was gazing up at me
Piercing my face with disturbance and pleasure
I think I was horrified.
Mortified.
Because that wasn’t me

I am not sure where I went,
Where my face had gone
Nevertheless, it seemed to be a mystery

Washing my face,
Pulling my hair
I could not get that image out of my head.

Where could I be?
What is happening to me?
There’s a giant, gaping hole in the middle of this chest
Where my heart should be.

I am not sure where I am going,
Who I am hurting
Or, well, I am unsure of everything surrounding me.

However, maybe these are thoughts we all share
Inwardly
Because saying them out loud is too much to bear

Splashing water onto my face,
I reassured myself, convincing myself that I could move forward
Push past all of these insecurities

Patting my face with the towel,
Standing straight to the mirror
I noticed the person starring back
Was me.