Dove

In my being me you saw someone else and held a mirror to my face. I saw that and what I saw in that mirror reflected on me. I became a different me. When I became that me, I did not recognise myself in my mirror. I remained a stranger to myself. For a while. The me in my mirror then reflected back on me and I become the me that I used to be.

But I lost some of the me that I was. I am now me, but parts of me, I don’t recognise.

I wear makeup now, till my real me shines back again.