Lost identity

How can this be?

That this face I now see

Was the face of blissful youth

And everything yet to be

 

It’s now twisted in hatred

Misery and pain

My Life's hard lessons

Have clearly been in vain.

 

Those once innocent eyes

Bright and filled with wonder

Now dark and full of contempt

From the dark spell I’ve fallen under.

 

Drained of everything

That was wholesome and clean

Unable to remember what hope

Or happiness really mean.

 

Staring now back at me,

Are my eyes that now see

The reflection of a face

I no longer recognize as me.

Reviews

[Lorry]

I feel this one. I guess I'm not the only one who sees a stranger in the mirror. Sometimes I can get lost incomprehensibly with that very thought running through my mind, by something as simple as looking at an old photograph, or not even so old, if truth be told. Perfectly summing up the confusion of where they went, to who we are now.