Staring in the mirror doesn't even seem real anymore.
When did this become me?
Why have I . . . what . . .

horror
revulsion
Actual tears come to my eyes unbidden
It's just a blank face staring back at me
Nothing's working, nothing's alive
It's program, it's like a puppet show

I'm sweating.

I brush back my hair
Take in a deep breath

Control, dammit.
Think control.
This is me, and I can -

But it's not.
Help.
Where did this come from?
What the hell caused this?

Those aren't my eyes.