Who am I?
What is it I stand for?
Maybe a lie,
Or deceit to the core.
Not enough.
Not one time, not ever.
Not in love
With me in the mirror.
Reflection;
Of my mirror and eyes,
Separation.
Each their own kind of lies.
Yet I search,
I trust one day I’ll find.
Not a wretch,
She that feels me with pride.
So for now,
I’ll keep telling my tale.
I’ll tell how
I hope to end this fail.
© Brownie_vocal
