Existence

Step away from the mirror for a moment and see that your reflection is indeed not yours but mine. These things are spoken to me by a man who claims to be my father. But I don't remember him. Or anything he has ever done. 

Am I trapped in a life that no longer belongs to me or is this a tragic life I am too ashamed to remember as my own?

That doesn't matter though. I am going to be lost in this life. But I cannot say that it is okay, because it isn't. I don't want this life or anything that comes with it.  I am plagued by my existence, however this existence will soon become nothing more than a dream. A faint and distant memory as I transform into who I was supposed to be. As I become who I used to be. Become who I want to be. 

For life is nothing more than what it will always apparently be.