When I look into a mirror
Each face of mine is new
Different features and reflections
Leaving me simply confused
I'm disconnected from my body
Is that image really mine?
It's not that I dislike it
But it switches every time
When my appearance is familiar
It changes ever so quickly
So when I stare into a mirror
A stranger's staring back at me
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
