When the mirror reflects,

The image that is shown is not the same.

Are there spirits inside of me

Whose personalities reside in my head?

Is that the reason

For my clotted thoughts,

The images I never remember having?

Is that why?

The green.

I'm happy and

The sunlight in my heart

Makes them sparkle.

Inquisitive.

Green; the lightest bit

Of brown seeping in.

Like Hazel.

Nervous.

Anxious. Crack.

Is someone there?

Paranoid. Very Hazel.

Heart racing.

Paranoid. Mind running,

Thoughts aren't mine.

Brown.

Screaming,

Running, falling,

Panic.

All inside my head.