Dec 2016
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Can you tell me who I am at all?
The biggest question we ask ourselves is “who am I?”
But no one knows the answer.
You may think you know who you are,
But is it the inner
Or outer you that you know?
Our outer self is what we portray to the world,
Our inner self is something no one knows about -
Sometimes not even ourselves
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Can people look inside and gaze into my soul?
Our soul is a representation of who we are.
Some are as vibrant as glistening stars.
They’re young,
Still blooming
And living up a storm
Others are as black as a raven’s back.
They look ecstatic,
They have life in their grasp.
But on the inside they shriek for help,
Plead for someone to see and let them out,
They ache for understanding.
Most people deem themselves a star,
But deep down they have their doubts.
They’re entangled between what they want
And what they feel.
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Is this real? Or have I been dreaming all along?
This is what most dreamers ask.
They’re caught between reality
And make believe.
They’re typically blind to what’s in front of them.
They could have a partner, who treats them astonishingly,
But they’ll have an image of how this person should look and act.
They’re oblivious to what they already have.
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Is this who I’ve grown up to become?
Many people think that once they’ve matured
There’s no way of changing.
But it’s your will power
And strength
That makes change in your life.
If you crave change
Then go out and make it happen -
Don't wait for someone else.
You are obligated to make change in your life.
You have the key to your own happiness.
If you truly believe in change
Then what’s preventing you from it?
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Can you tell me who I am at all?
I am me.
I am the author of my life
And happiness.
I am 5”3.
I have long brown hair
And blue eyes.
I portray to the world that I’m young and courageous;
That I can dominate whatever life throws at me.
But deep down I’m small,
Delicate.
I still need my mom around to hold me.
There are 2 of me:
The outer me is easy to distinguish, Yet the inner me is much more complex.
Many don't know the full inner me -
Including myself.
The inner me has entangled itself in the web of fairytale.
It clashes between fantasy and rationalism.
It has a need to be cherished, but not abandoned;
To appreciate, but not suffer.
Part of me is fascinated by my complexity
But the other wishes it would stop.
To those who wish to know the inner me,
I am a labyrinth
With everlasting dead ends.
But that's what makes me
Me.
All are welcome to join the journey into my labyrinth mind.
Let's solve this puzzle together.
This journey won't be easy,
But nothing ever is
I know my cloudy soul won't rest
Until my journey ends.
Mirror mirror on the wall… I am one of countless others with an unsolved soul.
This is who I am.
The biggest question we ask ourselves is “who am I?”
But no one knows the answer.
You may think you know who you are,
But is it the inner
Or outer you that you know?
Our outer self is what we portray to the world,
Our inner self is something no one knows about -
Sometimes not even ourselves
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Can people look inside and gaze into my soul?
Our soul is a representation of who we are.
Some are as vibrant as glistening stars.
They’re young,
Still blooming
And living up a storm
Others are as black as a raven’s back.
They look ecstatic,
They have life in their grasp.
But on the inside they shriek for help,
Plead for someone to see and let them out,
They ache for understanding.
Most people deem themselves a star,
But deep down they have their doubts.
They’re entangled between what they want
And what they feel.
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Is this real? Or have I been dreaming all along?
This is what most dreamers ask.
They’re caught between reality
And make believe.
They’re typically blind to what’s in front of them.
They could have a partner, who treats them astonishingly,
But they’ll have an image of how this person should look and act.
They’re oblivious to what they already have.
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Is this who I’ve grown up to become?
Many people think that once they’ve matured
There’s no way of changing.
But it’s your will power
And strength
That makes change in your life.
If you crave change
Then go out and make it happen -
Don't wait for someone else.
You are obligated to make change in your life.
You have the key to your own happiness.
If you truly believe in change
Then what’s preventing you from it?
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Can you tell me who I am at all?
I am me.
I am the author of my life
And happiness.
I am 5”3.
I have long brown hair
And blue eyes.
I portray to the world that I’m young and courageous;
That I can dominate whatever life throws at me.
But deep down I’m small,
Delicate.
I still need my mom around to hold me.
There are 2 of me:
The outer me is easy to distinguish, Yet the inner me is much more complex.
Many don't know the full inner me -
Including myself.
The inner me has entangled itself in the web of fairytale.
It clashes between fantasy and rationalism.
It has a need to be cherished, but not abandoned;
To appreciate, but not suffer.
Part of me is fascinated by my complexity
But the other wishes it would stop.
To those who wish to know the inner me,
I am a labyrinth
With everlasting dead ends.
But that's what makes me
Me.
All are welcome to join the journey into my labyrinth mind.
Let's solve this puzzle together.
This journey won't be easy,
But nothing ever is
I know my cloudy soul won't rest
Until my journey ends.
Mirror mirror on the wall… I am one of countless others with an unsolved soul.
This is who I am.
