I look at the arm
It looks foreign
I feel afraid
How are there so many scars on it
How many are there
Red, Brown, Pink, and White
Is this my arm
How has it become like this
I stare into the mirror
The face looks strange
Almost unrecognizable
Oh, it\'s me again
I trace my fingers along the glass
and again along my features
Oh, it is me
Is this how I look like
or have I changed to the point even
I am at a loss for who I am
The memories I seem to be losing
Haven\'t got the faintest clue who is stealing them
And where to
What use would it be
I sit here wondering
If it is for the best or my worst