Who are you?
What's this I see in front of me?
Whose face is this looking back at me?
Stop staring at me!
Everything seems upside down
Inside out and nothing makes sense.
I can see a face that's pale.
I can see sunken eyes and the tired sag
Of too many hours awake and worrying.
Here I am, shovelling my life into the bin,
Like there was no tomorrow.
She has little white hands,
This person in front of me
-- I swear that ain't me there -
She's got fingers like claws
And wrists like a baby's.
If I put them towards the mirror,
I might think they would break
At the slightest touch -
If I just reached out I might ...
It seems like a random collection of features.
Somehow none of it fits.
A jigsaw puzzle with a smile,
A face looking back at me cold and pale.
Is this what the others see?
If you look at me,
Do you feel sick?
