Here you leave today
And enter the world
Of yesterday, tomorrow
"Never, in my wildest dreams, would I have imagined that finding out I've been wrong would feel like this. That I would want to pull my beautiful face off the wall and hurl the mirror to the foot, stomp on the pieces until my feet bleed, scream until I lose my voice. That I could wish with every fibre of my being to go back to the way life was before, when I believed myself ugly, when the world and my place in it were perfectly clear.
But I do. I wish. But I can't go back. Not ever."