Losing Myself

Dissociation, a dance I know too well, A feeling that steals me, a living hell. I see my reflection, a stranger's face, A fractured soul in a broken place. Mirrors are windows, they tell the truth, A story of pain, a tale of proof. I see the fragments, the pieces that don't fit, A shattered reality, a soul in conflict. The reflection mocks me, it laughs at my pain, A constant reminder, I'm not whole again. 2382 x 3850 px Made using 100 frames