Who is this person,
I see in the mirror?
Who is this stranger,
cast in my shadow?
Whose are these word,
that come from my mouth?
They can't be mine,
It can't be me.
Whispers of lies, truthfully told
these rumors I hear, they can't be my secrets
Who is this stranger
in my reflection?
And why is she staring at me
with a broken gaze?
Why are her eyes cold and wet?
Surely this can't be what I've become.
The broken girl, shattered in pieces
left for me to put back together.
A splash of cool water
And her face washes off.
It is me.
I am here under the broken layers
and it is me
who has to fix this sorry mess.
Got any duck tape?
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