Stare at the looking glass

Shards,

Which tear at my

Eyes, and I can't

Find

Myself

But here I am
I'm flesh
I'm blood
I'm cells
I'm human
I'm sadness
I'm glad
I'm love

Here I am, looking
Staring, at myself
All the time thinking
Wondering how the hell

I came to be
Anyone but me

Here I am

I'm a mind without structure

I'm a shape unfamiliar

Its limbs of somebody else

And it's eyes are just empty shells