Funk

I was looking at my reflection in the mirror a few nights ago,

And I couldn't recognise the person staring back at me.

Recently the days have also been like that,

I haven't been feeling like myself,

And I don't know what more to do,

Because I have been doing all the little things,

To keep myself out of the funk,

But the funk keeps finding me,

In moments of silence.

That being said,

I am still showing up,

Hoping that the funk will go away soon.

Also, why does it feel like my heart was broken last night, when it has been days, months, years.

And is it so easy to not see me?

I'm right here.

I just want to be seen. Observed. Admired.