There is a stranger within me that stares back at me when I look in the mirror
He is dead serious, he is still, emotionless, motionless with no symptoms of regret, remorse or sympathy. He is me. I know I am my father's child. Sometimes this causes a deep aching in my heart.
This place within me that can't be washed away by cheerful memories, love or friendships.
It is a mold...