I feel like I'm split in two places
Think of a mirror
Clean and if it's really that clear
Then that's still me on the other side
Splitting like the continental divide
Sometimes I lean in close and look in my eyes
And whisper "Are you alive inside?"
Tapping on the mirror
Thinking about the other side of that glass.
I feel like there's a whole side of me
Trapped under what I see
Not trapped.
Hidden