What I see when I look into the mirror: I see a young man. One who looks capable, who is reliable, joyful, one who brings happiness to himself and others, a man who will live most of his life enjoying himself. What I see when I look into the cracks of the mirror: A broken smile, someone who acts like someone else. Not knowing a clear picture of what his identity is. Doing his best during interactions with others to meet the identity that this man created for himself and others, but ultimately broken in pieces on the inside. I see that this man has identity issues who has never known who he truly is, who has always done what everyone else has told him to do, never figuring out things for himself. This man I see can initiate the very first greeting with others in any social relationship, but struggles and fails to maintain one overtime leaving the man with no meaningful relationships with anyone. The man I see is rendered speechless when faced with a closer one on one social interaction, splurting words out that fail to do anything positive for creating a relationship simply rendering the man a forgotten one, a man that everyone never met. The man wants to start over new, forgetting everything hes ever done. The thought of death as the way to do this crosses the mind on occasion. I am 18, just finished highschool, ready to start my life feeling like this.