Me

When I see my face in the mirror, I see the stoic mask I wore to hide from my mother. I see the sadness and grief that carved my mouth into a permanent resting frown. I see my eyes, and the stare that looks absent. I see my history of pushing people out, and desperately trying to keep my emotions in.

It’s a face that says “stay away” and even the smiles seven awry because it’s fighting against the weight of the past.

It is my life that I see in the mirror.

It’s me.