you look in the mirror and don't recognize the reflection staring back at you anymore
who are you, the whispers ask  
daughter, sister, friend 
(worthless, broken, mess) 
who are you, the whispers insist 
i am who I've always been, you say 
(anxious, desperate, borderline)
the thoughts are like a maelstrom swirling in your eyes
teetering on the edge of a cliff, one step away from falling
(go on, do it, let go, the fall will be glorious ) 


Sword ⚔️