My Heart is My Heart

I look in the mirror
And I don’t recognize who I see
I have a vague recollection
Though is that really me?

I don’t recall the last time
That I felt like me
It’s a blurry vision
The past that I see

Do you see who I am?
Have you been here before?
Do you know what I mean?
Is this life’s washed up shore?

This age that I stand in
It’s from my history, I know
Will I ever come of true age?
Is this all just a show?

The filter I have
It’s a beautiful curse
Though I understand
Many have been here first

My heart weeps of the thought
The idea of unsure
For so many to be lost
In the midst of a cure

When it’s all said and done
We can find comfort in the sun
For as it sets somewhere
We can trust its rise has begun

As these words meet your eyes
They might make no sense
Unless you have lived it
A diagnosis of complex

As I recover all of me
And I integrate the parts
I request your understanding
For my heart is still, and always, my heart