Mirror Me Poem by Abigail Hauschild

Depression feels like walking up to a mirror
That's a little dirty
Everything you see is a little blurry
And foggier than it should be somehow

And you stand there trying to make sense of what you see
Until your reflection walks away and you realize
You aren't a real person living a life
But a reflection mimicking what a person should be

You think the answer is to break through the mirror
But once the glass shatters
So do you

And no one knows how to put you back together
Not even you