Looking Glass.

The image in the mirror before me, acting on my commands is a skin I've had my whole life yet never felt comfortable in.

My voice echos through my mind shouting every insecuritiy I've ever had, holding them in a iron cage with myself held captive between the harsh words and reality.

Dissociated, and drowning, the reflection is no longer a looking glass but a sheet of ice holding me underneath, frozen and unable to control the disaster inside me.

This is who I am.