The reflection in the mirror is not me.
Trapped in a cage Imprinted with my fingerprints, My mind torn between false feelings that don't belong.
Days slip between pockets of times I cannot reach.
No control over the words I choose to speak,
A fading memory of whoever I used to be.
A different mask for every person I meet,
worn like outfits tailored to survive.
I cut every string that was tied to my soul,
Leaving me wondering what I once called mine.