Standing before the mirror I see myself
My reflection, with the same physique
Yet totally different
I wonder who she is, what's her like and dislikes

The familiarity a comfort, yet distressing
Knowing what I want but doing what they want just to please them
Feeling constrained and suffocated
I ask myself if this is how it's always going to be

Going to sleep every night
I despair at the thought of it being my last.....the fear...