Searching for my reflection is hard to find;

A stranger in the mirror looks back at me.

The body belongs to me, but not its mind.

It’s a mind that’s trapped and wants to be free.

Lost in a haze to find myself;

A puzzle piece that has no place.

A system of parts, we call ourselves,

When I look in the mirror, it’s another’s face.

A maze of emotions that don’t make sense.

I am a chapter in a book with stories untold,

Speaking my truth makes me so tense.

I long for freedom, but I must be bold.

In this fog, I will find my way to speak.

A path will emerge sooner or later,

This mountain I climb will reach its peak.

But silence has always been my nature.