I look in the mirror,
Hoping to see who I really am,
Yet all I see is this shell
Looking back at me.
I am not this shell and does
Not reflect who I really am,
For the person is seen
Does not reflect my true identity.
I look in the reflection
In the mirror, hoping to see change,
For that image is unreal
And does not reflect who I am.
I want to be me,
But I must hide behind a shell,
A hollow emptiness that gazes
At the reflection in the mirror.
