Face In The Mirror

 

I don't know who I am. 

When I look in a mirror all I 

can see is confusing. 

All these lines on my face

are getting clearer to me

I am not the same person 

I used to be. This should be 

a good thing, but the image that 

is looking back at me is 

confusion, as the questions 

come to me,

"I'm getting older" 

"is this who I really am,

just an image?"

"Who am I?"

"Why do I matter?" 

"Do I really know who this person

who is staring back at me?" 

But the only answer I can find is 

No! I don't know who I am.

I just know I'm not the same 

person that I used to be, I'm 

lost, hurt, and confused all 

in one, but I'm also kind, 

I'm real, I'm too plain to be 

ordinary, and too real to be 

perfect. 

So as I turn away from this mirror 

I walk out to another room with 

these words in my head,

"I'm cleverly chosen." 

Or I could say "I'm unique" 

So is this who I really am.

Yes! I'm just me!