Look in the mirror and tell me,
Who you are…
Do you see yourself,
Or simply a scar?

What once was full,
Can quickly become hollow…
To know you’re not enough,
Is indeed a hard pill to swallow.

Look in the mirror and tell me,
What do you see…
If I’m not enough for you,
How can I be enough for me?

As I stare blankly at this reflection,
I vaguely feel as if this is someone I should know…
I gaze into my eyes and wonder,
From here where do we go?