It feels like I'm becoming a stranger in my own body.
It feels like I am finally coming home, safe and secure at last.Δ
Both are right, yet so very wrong. How ironic, to be the arbiter.

Can a warped mirror reflect truth?
Can a shattered vessel hold virtue?Δ
No and yes, once again, you verge on the edge of understanding.

What kind of person am I becoming?
What kind of person have I been?Δ
Precisely the person needed. Looking back is as much a mistake as forward.