As I gaze into a mirror of my soul.
Do I have the courage to examine the man looking back at me?
What if he’s desolate and lonely, full of despair; a broken down wreck of loathing?
Why can’t I hope he’s happy and vibrant, instead of this monster?
I want to peer in, to find out who I am
But fear holds me back; my mind left to wonder
Am I the person I hoped I would be?
Or simply an imposter, faking it for the rest of the world.