Who Am I?

The girl in the mirror is a stranger,

looking back at me with anger.

Her heart is dark and clouded with danger.

Her eyes are rainy and mistier than those I remember.

Further into deep confusion,

I seek seclusion

to find the fusion of the two of us.

How are we connected?

Does it come from the neglected remembrance of who I used to be?

Or simply because I refuse to believe

in the disease

conceived inside of me,

That I wanted to have forgotten

in all of its wrotten splenda.

Send us away so that we can fight

in hope that she might not return.

Let her burn

So that I can yearn no longer,

For an explanation of the girl in yonder.

So that I may not ponder, in the space of my reflection

and deception of my ignorance.

Let me see the importance and truth of my spirit.

Lifted high inside

magnified, unhidden to my eyes.

Is it possible to find myself in unflabbable conditions?

I'm wishin'.