Glowering upon my counterpart
Within the wonted mirror,
I gaze in frequently
O’ did I see a foreigner
This stranger had drooping eye’s that held…
Nothing,
It was as if I was gazing at a sociopath,
Not capable of feeling
Perhaps it was the life she was tired of living?
Emotions swirling deeply for years that now…
All that bottled felt indifferent,
She had become numb
Strangely, I could almost hear her thoughts,
“Why even try God?”
“What Is my purpose? All I am used is for cleaning!”

Yet I looked upon myself,
A girl who had precious dreams of becoming a world-known athlete
Then I looked back into the mirror and saw the foreigner,
Overweight, unhealthy, tired, suicidal

Perhaps foreigner, we are the same person.