I am
I am?
Am I really?
Am I really who I think I am?
Or am I who you perceive me to be?
I see myself in the mirror
The mirror of life
The one that makes you see
See what others see
And I see me broken
Shattered
I see my life in a million little pieces
My shattered life
In disarray
Where do I go?
I don’t know what to do
Where to go
How to get there
I am
Am I really?
Am I really what this mirror shows me?
Or am I who you say I am?
You tell me
You tell me I’m beautiful
I’m a light shining like the sun
I have infinite possibilities
But how can words compete,
Compare with what I see?
Words may be powerful
But words can never compare
Can never compete with what my eyes see
With what my eyes tell me I see
Whatever illusion is before me
The illusion my eyes tell me is true
You tell me that I am
I am exactly
Exactly the opposite
The opposite of what the mirror shows
Who do I believe?
The illusion that my eyes tell me is true?
Or your words my heart tells me is true?
You are what you're told in the reflection of your soul. Will you look there; There is no compare.
i can relate to that sometimes i wonder if the way i see myself is the same for everyone else
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a saying in buisiness is 'perception is your reality'. but there is an inner mirror called mirrors of the soul and if you truly search your inner soul, you will find a beauty far beyond compare, and it will always be there. very good write a ten my friend