Mirror

Did you know?

There was once a time where I barely looked at myself in the mirror.

I don't know why tho, guess I just didn't feel like it.

I felt better just drawing, why would I need to look at myself anyways.

And then, one day, I looked at myself in the mirror after a long while.

Who the fuck is that.

I barely recognized myself

Instead of seeing the little silly drawing I always made of myself, there stared back just

a miserable brown skinned girl with eyebags and black put up hair.

Who's that?

That's not me.

It felt as if the person staring back at the mirror was an empty shell.

An empty shell that i'm controlling.

Because that's not me.

That did not feel like me.

That isn't me.

Maybe I'm just a random spirit

A random spirit controlling that empty body.

Deciding what it'll say, what it'll do.

Maybe that's just a doll I control.

But it's not me.

But if it's not me.

How do I look like?

Who am I?

May 2022