warm and pretty, rose red, beauty flowing through your head
cold and ugly, violet blue, flowing thoughts I have of you.
silk and fragile, pearly white, suit that grasps your body tight,
rough and brittle, deathly black, heart that loves and dies and cracks.
long cascading, godly gold, laces Aphrodite molds,
short and haunting, monstrous green, envy thieves my dignity.
deep and endless, drowning blue, they glance at me, my stare ensues,
shallow empty, ***** brown, suit that hides a soul unfound.

So at first I asked "who am I?",
And within a second of thinking,
For once - I heard myself speak,
It was as if a being seperate from mine graced me with its presence,
And oh the shock to find this presence was that of my own,
Yet even after a monologue of internal thought,
My new found reasoning could not answer the eternal question,
"Who am I?"

"Look in a mirror" they say,
But can the entirety of your soul be exposed from this reflection?
"You are who you chose to be" they further elaborate,
But what choice do I have when choosing with uncertainty,
Forced to decided among the devices of fate,
Fervently thought they explain "we are all individuals!",
Well then why do we all wish to be another?
Oh well I guess, that's life.