So alien, this man in front of me,
His smile is a habitual lie.
His eyes are dull, no light to see,
His expression looks so dry.

A stranger, that's what he is,
But I can't shake this familiar feeling.
Someone who lost much of his,
Emotions and the will to keep on living,

Sometimes, I forgot,
Who I should and shouldn't be.
Sometimes, I forgot,
The stranger in the mirror is me.


© Syah