these eyes don't feel like mine.
they carry the weight of things
i didn't choose to see.
they held memories of someone else
flickering in the distance—
almost like a movie.

i blink,
hoping to shake the blur.
whose gaze was this
looking at my mirror?
so heavy with knowing
a story i never wanted to tell.

i wonder when they stopped
feeling like mine,
or if they ever truly were.