I don't know myself anymore.
I look in the mirror but what stares back at me is a person I don't know.
That person wears a fake smile.
The smile is tainted with sadness.
The sadness is bone deep.
It takes one glance to know that the person staring back at me is done with being sad.
I tell myself that this is not me.
But even I can't lie to myself anymore.
This person is me.