Sometimes I look at the glass
and I see what most do.
Of course it's a reflection that
the mirror offers
but the guidance I seek is as lost as Atlantis
Because my reflection, if you can call it that, because what I see isn't me
Not what I want me to be.
Which is hard.
My lobes have been so clogged
and my desires so sporadic
that I don't even remember who I wanted to be.
I do t remember who I am now.
And this "reflection" if you may
Is a stranger.
How do I know it's not just clear glass?
Because for all I know, even if it was me I'm looking upon, I'd not know her if I stared all day long.
All night long.
How can I encourage others to be themselves
when
I can't even recognize my own face?
