Treasure Island

Cassidy Fohs


Mirrored Back at Me


I look down in the water and see
Myself looking at me
She begs help me out
She wears a look of doubt
I wonder if she knows
When I leave the water she goes
Yet instead I look in amaze
Staring at her face
She seems so different than me
She's another person I deem
Yet we both have the same look I our eyes
The bright gleam we wear in disguise
We're alike you and I
Yet different at the same time
Secrets we both hide
We both bite our lips and keep our real feelings inside
Then all of a sudden I'm washed away
Back to the present day
I could go back to the water and check to see
The person that looks like me
Yet instead I don't go
Inside I already know
Because if only we'd see
We percept ourselves way different than who we be

Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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