I look at the mirror but I am unsure of what I see
Of course on the outside she is me
But I look at her eyes
With that a little piece of me seems to die
We are not the same
I keep my pain tucked inside
But yet it does not hide
I am who I am because of what went on
I am who I am because of how I strived on
She is the past I wish I could forget
The one who is filled with regret
The one who questions her worth
Instead of knowing what she deserves
She is me and I am her
Yet there is quite a few lines that we blur
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
I look at the mirror but I am unsure of what I see
Of course on the outside she is me
But I look at her eyes
With that a little piece of me seems to die
We are not the same
I keep my pain tucked inside
But yet it does not hide
I am who I am because of what went on
I am who I am because of how I strived on
She is the past I wish I could forget
The one who is filled with regret
The one who questions her worth
Instead of knowing what she deserves
She is me and I am her
Yet there is quite a few lines that we blur