A Life That Isn’t Mine

March 30, 2025, midnight,
Time feels heavy, breath grows tight,
I sit at a table, staring at my cold coffee,
While a storm rages inside.

Beside me, a woman, my age,
Sitting with her husband, embraced by life,
She smiles, she speaks, she is loved,
And I… I am just a shadow, fading behind the light.

When you look at me, what do you see?
An emptiness, a silence, a blur?
Do you not hear the screams echoing inside me,
Or am I truly invisible to this world?

I am a stranger to my own existence,
To this body, this time, this place,
I long for love, I long to be seen,
But perhaps I will only live in dreams, never beyond.

How much longer?
How long will this tangled knot remain?
When will I break free from this cage?
And will butterflies ever truly dance within me?

I close my eyes,
I dream of another life,
I am a woman, I am happy, the wind plays in my hair,
My laughter echoes in the dawn of freedom.

But then…
I look into the mirror.
And I realize.
Here, I am a stranger.