To people crossing the street I am a stranger, to my classmates I’m a friend, and to my family I’m a treasure.
But really inside I feel like a stranger to myself. An unknown face that’s stars back at me in the mirror.
The closer I looked, the stranger it got. But out of all, what horrified me the most was seeing my reflections smirk, even though I didn’t move a muscle.
The lights went out but...