Who Me?

I look into a mirror and yet I dont see who I should be.

I look intoa mirror and ask "Who Me?" 

Why do people find me attractive when I hate this mirror.

The mirror replys back "Who Me?"

"I display who you think you are, You are no more then what you give your credit for."

I am stuned how can mirror decide who I am?

"Your right mirror I let the world decide who I truly am let me change."

My fist pludges into the glass of the mirror. "This is who I truly am."

The tears start to roll as the blood from my hand lingers and drops on the glass.

"Why did you hurt me so much?" 

"Who Me?"

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