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The Stranger In The Mirror
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Depression Tonight, I don't feel like myself.
I smile when I have to,
laugh when it's expected,
and pretend I'm okay
when I'm fucking falling apart.
I'm surrounded by people,
yet I've never felt so alone.
Disconnected from the world,
from everything I love,
and especially from myself.
The mirror has become
my own personal hell.
Every flaw screams louder
than anything beautiful
I could ever see in myself.
I hate the way I look.
I hate what I see.
And I fucking hate
that I can't look at my reflection
without wanting to turn away.
I'm tired of fighting
a war nobody can see.
Tired of pretending
I'm comfortable in my own skin.
Tired of wondering
if everyone else sees
the same disgusting reflection
that stares back at me.
When did I become
my own worst enemy?
When did loving myself
become so fucking impossible?
I want to feel something again.
I want to recognize
the woman in the mirror.
But tonight,
I don't have a beautiful ending.
I don't have the strength
to pretend I'm okay.
I'm just a woman
who feels lost inside herself,
trying to remember
what it feels like
to exist without hating
the person she's become.
And maybe tomorrow,
I'll find a little more of me.
But tonight,
I'm just trying to survive
the reflection
I can no longer bear to see.
