My skin no longer feels like mine, Shifting, morphing, altering with time. Each day, a piece of humanity fades, Beauty slipping through the cracks like cascading shades. A journey of coming into the unknown, Witnessing the transformation I must condone. Anxiety grips me in its suffocating hold, As I watch my reflection growing cold. Anger rises at this cruel twist of fate, A body betraying, losing its natural state. Confidence wavers, shaken to the core, As I face this truth that I can't ignore. In the mirror, traces of what used to be, A bittersweet reminder of the journey I see.