Looking in the mirror, I see a stranger.
She looks like me, she talks like me.
But she is not me.
She is a former version of me.
She is lies, hatred, brutality, fear.

Looking in the mirror, I see a former me.
Scared of her words.
Petrified by her actions.
Rejected by her own heart.
Imprisoned by her own body.

Looking in the mirror, I finally see me.
Mind open to possibilities.
Heart open to heartbreak.
Body open to pleasures.
Soul open to the Universe.

Looking in the mirror, I no longer judge me.
I see the heart that has healed from wounds long ago.
I see a mind ready to be excited by no boundaries.
I see a body accepting freedom

Looking in the mirror, I see the real me.