mirror/mirror

I stand in my mirror, what do I see?
Half a woman staring back at me
taunting me with insecurity.

Day after day giving away
to the voices that play.

On and on in my soul
I wish I could just be whole.

What can it be,
anxiety or misery?

How did I get to this
place in my head?

Powerless - half dead
Is this insanity?

I am a prisoner of one,
being just me you see.

How did this happen I ask,
rhetorically speaking, now I see.

Day after day, slipping away,
why can't anyone see?

I am the former me, or dare I say,
maybe I have always been this way.

A sad lost girl, wishing to be free,
instead I'm always chasing misery.
I stand in the mirror, what do I see?