A Work in Progress

I look in the mirror and cant figure out what I see
Is it the kid I saw two years ago, what about 5, what about 3 months ago
Who is looking back at me
How can one minute you be happy, then your mind becomes a traitor and turns on you
Staring into your own eyes, trying to figure out what you really are
Not knowing where you went wrong, what you did that was right or what you could have changed
Happy one second and then not even able to remember what happiness is the next
Mind being your friend and letting you forget and then being your enemy and reminding you or all your mistakes
Trying to look at yourself and actually be happy with what you see and not wanting to change everything
Maybe change is the answer you think to yourself, but why cant you just be comfortable being who you are?
Life is spinning and spiraling around you and all you want is a moment of happiness where everything you thought was right
To be able to go back to that one moment and change that fatal mistake you wish more than anything you could take back
Knowing that as much as you try that mistake will be in your mind forever and you'll never be able to forget it
Yourself being a work in progress