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.