What's Inside?

please.

I feel like slipping from myself
I feel like I'm becoming someone else
Am I becoming one of them too?
Or am I just thinking too much of these through?

A new face
A new side
Feeling lost in place
As I look in the mirror and see the other side

When I look behind my head
I see a fading grey-blue figure
Filled with monotone and dread
As it's stuck in icy cold winter

It wants to feel safe
To have a personal jacket from this wrecked place
It's gradually fading
And she's extending her hands to reach it
I hope she reaches it
She doesn't want another one of her things
To be lost and gone again.

Slipping on ice
Don't want this to happen again twice
What is happening?
I'm losing myself again
Please, let me hold on
I don't want this to just be gone

I'll be lost if it would
If the time comes
Where I'm incapable of doing things I should
When I forget where I'm from

The lost of motivation.

That's terrifying.

Lack of inspiration.

The process of forgetting.

No, no..

I don't want to. 

Be my anchor, poetry.
Don't leave me, please.