I look into the mirror I dont recognize the person staring back at me.
Shes cold, angry and has seen worse than I could even imagine.
Her bloodshot eyes tell my novels about the past he had to face,
All the loneliness, the pain, and darkness she walked through day in and out.
The bags under her eyes scream out the lack of sleep she gets.
Because of the thoughts racing through her head, and all the emotion in her heart.
When I stare deep into her pupils I can see whatever spark they had is gone.
I dont know if its because of all the substances she used to keep him going.
Or if it was when she was shown the blackest parts of her own soul.
Either way, no light now shines through her lost eyes when shes alone.
I can tell when she stares back at me she doesn't recognize me either.
Sometimes I wonder what she finds so unrecognizable about me.
Is it the positive attitude I keep? Or the fact I have a glimmer of hope for tomorrow?
I can never tell with those eyes of hers; Those eyes of mine.
Why does it seem like my mind and my body arent the same person?
I watch my body go through hell and trials most people would run from.
And yet my mind seems unaffected, only learning, never being hindered.
Until I look into the mirror and see the person I have become from it all.
I dont recognize who the person in the mirror is, not because it isn't me,
But because I cant believe it is me.
