When you look in the mirror,

What do you see?

Do you see yourself?

Or do you see a shell of the person you call “me?”

The person you were shaped to be,

Unrecognizable to yourself.

Who am I?

You’re a person.

With a clear face and a smile.

But inside,

There’s nothing

Everyone says “be yourself.”

But what if you don’t know who you are?

How do you be yourself?

When there isn’t any you left?