Looking In The Mirror : Lost In My Own Reflection

I wake up wash my face, look at the reflection in mirror but the person staring back is a mystery. What happened to that person? What happened to that person that helped people, that cared about people? I recognize the physical reflection but the soul, the heart of the reflection is unknown. Sure I’ve changed, I mean everyone does. Where did I go wrong? Everyday I wake up and ask this question. I’m not in jail but I feel like I’m a prisoner. I’m not a criminal but I feel so much guilt. Much like a felon trapped inside the four walls of a jail cell, I’m trapped inside the four corners of this mirror. Looking in the mirror and not being able to recognize the reflection is a great fear that I wish not on anyone else. I’ve become lost in translation, lost in life, lost in my own reflection.

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