Stranger

The stranger in the mirror,

She appears lost.

She needs someone to steer her.

Her features are hollow, her eyes are glossed.

Everything about her changed since the summer.

She is no longer the girl I knew.

I wish I never became her.

I need a breakthrough,

I need help to improve,

I need to fix my condition,

But I’m fearful they’ll disapprove.

The stranger and I are left for decomposition.