I Didn’t Know Her

I used to look in the mirror and didn’t
recognize the personality staring back at me.
I didn’t know her. I didn’t love her.
I didn’t want to be “her.”
She was not me; I WAS NOT THAT CHARACTER!

I only identified with the deceased,
vacant expression in her eyes;
all the emotions drained out,
just the pain and the EMPTINESS remained inside.

I could only sympathize with her.
I couldn’t even weep for her anymore.