As I look into the mirror
at the person mimicking me
I wonder how on Earth
I came to this.
This person that I see
is not the one I wanted,
this person is not
who I am inside.
What do people see
when they look into my eyes?
Do they see my gentle heart
or my kind soul?
Or do the clothing and the hairstyle
overpower all within?
Am I just a hollow shell
painted with a smile?
As I look into the mirror
at the person I am not,
I begin to see traces
of who I used to be.
I come to the decision
to make myself once more me
and allow the world
to see me once again.
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Nat, this is exactly how I feel~! I never knew you felt this way to.
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