When I look into the mirror,

I often get lost.

Looking into her eyes,

Wondering, wondering who she is.

 

I feel like I'm watching her,

Watching her go through her life.

That's not me.

That could never be me.

 

On the outside she looks so happy

She smiles

She laughs

She's happy

 

If that's not me,

then who am I?

Could that be me?

Could I be real?

 

She looks like me

She talks like me

Could that be me?

Could I be real?

 

 

 

I walk with her today,

I smile

I laugh

I'm happy

 

I am light

I am pleasant

I am bright

I am real