Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

How would I feel if I was someone else at this very moment? Would my pain diminish? Would the imaginary picture of myself that I invision in front of the mirror finally smile back? Or will I again be disappointed in the image that reflects back at me? As my eyes glimpse past the blur in the mirror, all I wished was to be someone else. I wish I was somewhere else. Truth be told, I was always under the assumption that I was in control. I controlled who I was and how I would feel. The real truth...The hard truth...is that I was never in control. I was always one step behind, hovering over my after image, gazing back at the spiraling chaos that was me.