A Stranger Poem by Tess Green

Looking into this mirror
I think to myself
Who is this girl I see?
She couldn't possibly be me.
Her face appears to be my own
But her eyes...
Just aren't right.

Bloodshot
Empty
Lifeless
Cold

What have I become?
A monster?
A druggie?
A cold hearted daughter?
An unloyal friend?
Unfaithful to myself?

A smile once so warm
Has dissapeared from my face
A constant frown
A constant scowl

A stranger to myself
And to all who once knew me
A stranger to my mother
and to all who love me.