Knowing who I am and being a stranger to myself.

Introducing myself to this reflection staring back because I have no idea who that person is, diminishing hope I’ve tried to find at the bottom of every bottle, I’ve made a mastery of finding the best ways to make the same mistakes,

Nostalgic conversation and idealistic realisation paint the canvas that would be the backdrop of my life, I am the artist of my own destruction and the ambassador of my own demise,

I look deep within myself and see the change that is protected by my fear, I sense all the versions of myself I didn’t become waiting to see if it’s finally time to step up and look back at me,

Knowing who I am and being a stranger to myself, an internal conflict that I finally decide to confront, turning my own worst enemy into my greatest ally, it’s time I finally introduced myself to me.