Stranger

I'm staring in the mirror, and there's a stranger staring back at me. Her face is filled with failure and doubts, and her mouth is turned down in an ugly sneer. Her eyes are empty and hollow, and there's a glint of fear sparkling in them. Fear for the future, fear for her sanity. A fear to continue living, and yet a fear of death. Her hair falls in her face, a mask that only the reflection can reveal. She whispers, and the words flow past my lips: "I am nothing."