There are some nights I find myself caught by my own reflection in a stranger’s mirror and I stand there scrutinizing every dip and curve trying to understand how this all came to be.
The time of pain and disappointment have found a stable home in the lines of my face and it has altered the shape of it into a person I fail to see.
I don’t recognize myself and these endless thoughts tumbling around, so foreign that I fear they belong to someone else entirely. I don’t want them and need to give them back right now. Take them back!