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I wrote this today...when I was thinking about past things that have happened in my life. It's not one of my personal best, I don't think, but oh well. It doesn't have an acutal name just yet.

I look in the mirror-

where my life is reflected before me.

I can't seem to recognize myself

and who I've been these past few years.

 

I feel unknown to myself-

as if all I was and used to be

is no longer a factor of who I am now.

I feel lost, remorseful. I feel unlike myself.

 

Now I'm in this game-

running around, trying to figure out

who the real me is.

I can't seem to find myself. I am lost.

 

I search for pictures, notes, a journal of somesort,

yet little meets my grasp.

What I do have is not enough

to identify that person I used to be.

 

I continue to look into the mirror

with glazed eyes,

and I move my hand up and down:

the reflection follows.

 

My hand motions to touch the mirror.

Any last thoughts?

I want to know who I am.

My hand brushes the mirror,

a part of me now touching who I once was.

 

A jolt pulses through my body,

a deafening noise.

I shudder and fall to the ground,

overcome by complete blackness.