Seeing Myself

catch my face in the bathroom mirror, don’t know that woman staring back. Her eyes look tired, but she’s still here, holding a mug that’s older than the fear. Every scar’s a story I can’t quite tell, but it’s something like seeing myself. Chorus It’s coming in pieces, slow as light, a shape in the mirror that almost feels right. Not who I was, not somebody else — just closer to seeing myself. Verse 2 I used to take every weight that fell, carried what broke and called it help. Now the silence don’t sound so cruel, it’s just space I don’t know how to fill. The house is quiet, and that’s a spell — learning to sit here, seeing myself. Chorus It’s coming in pieces, slow as light, a shape in the mirror that almost feels right. Not who I was, not somebody else — just closer to seeing myself. Bridge Maybe I’m wrong, but maybe that’s fine, maybe the truth don’t fit in a line. If I stay long enough, maybe I’ll find the part that forgives, the part that’s mine. Final Chorus It’s coming in pieces, slow as light, a face I remember, but not quite. Not who I was, not somebody else — just closer to seeing myself.