[awwlie]

Who am I?
What am I..
...am I miserable?

Day on end, again;
I look to the mirror,
and place my hand against it.

I can't see myself through it anymore,
I look so different.

It'll be fine,
I keep telling myself.

...even if I know they’re lies
they can see through them too.

I'll survive.. 

I'll become something new.

...I'll become the very thing, I lost--

won't i?