I have looked into the mirror
and found a stranger.
Trying to connect
with the image of myself I see.
Unsure of what defines me.
I feel lost behind a mask of smiles.
My movements become automatic
as I do what is expected.
I'm called strong, and beautiful.
Funny and charming.
I feel tired and fake, as I do not portray the anguish and confusion I feel.
What would be the point?
I can feel the joy in moments,
And I can laugh in genuine happiness.
It is the turmoil of my thoughts,
my dreams faded and desires no longer burning the spark of my creativity.
Am I but selfish to want more?
I love others deeply, and my love is true
I look at my reflection and whisper
Do I love you?
