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?"