Coming back

What am I doing here?

Where am I?

Who am I ?

Looking at a pair of eyes in where they stare back at me in the mirror 

The look she gives me

She daunts me with her smile 

Why does she look at me like that?

This is not my body 

That is not me 

What am I doing here?

Where am I?

Who am I?

I need to find my way out, but what way IS out

A smile and kind eyes I see in the small room, they took me

They look at me with care, placing their soft hands in my cold face 

Black pen, white paper, gray comfy chair, the smell of hot blueberry tea fills the room 

My mouth moves, but all I hear is... nothing

I scream and shout, but she is not letting me express my anger towards her 

I wanted to cry, but no tears rolled down my cheek

I look around the room, something I have a moment of contol

I looked at the blue wall in the small room

 Small clock hanging there, small purple clock staring back at me

We tried to ignore it 

But the ticking was still there

On the blue wall

tick-tock, tick-tock, tic-tic

I hid myself from her again, in her head, but I have to leave

She was taking control 

But enough is enough

 I have to take my place once again

I have to face her

I must show her I am strong 

 I must accept this

I hid from life for so long, but now I know

I live in this world

I am home

I am me again