Stranger

My hair is so messy and tangles.
my eyes are filled with tears.
I wipe the warm tears away.
as I'm trying to rid myself of my fears.

I am looking in the mirror.
but yet I don't know who I see.
all I know is that,
this sad sight couldn't be me.

I cover the image in the mirror.
with the palm of my hands.
I notice a cut on my finger.
that I will never have.

I laugh and then cry.
then I crumble to the floor.
suddenly I'm aware of my problems.
which I was never before.

my finger loses a drop of blood.
and nothing is what I have gained.
my heart throbs in anger.
my throat burns with pain.