I sit in front of my mirror hoping today ill recognize who I'm looking at.
Though everyday is the same, I cant.
My fed body is not really mine.
The long brown hair which sits on my shoulders and back feels like a strangers touch.
These hazel eyes can't see
It doesn't feel right to be trapped in someone else's body
As time continues to disappoint me
My soul looses its color
For being suffocated everyday for 14 years hurts more than one ought it to be
Once was glistening with rare shades of blue and green now shine nothing
The clocks don't work right
This body I call mine isn't how it should be
My soul is becoming more distant as parents continue to confuse me and My home becomes unfamiliar.
The only thing which never changed is the feeling of never being home.
