More Like Her Poem by Lily Phelps

I wish I could be
More like her.
She knows who she is,
But who am I?

When I look in the mirror
All I see is a reflection.
No inflection of another,
No resemblance to some other.

Who am I?
Am I but a mere shell;
Where is my purpose?

I wish I could be more like them,
They may not be different,
but at least they have voices.
Where is my voice?

I cannot speak;
up nor out.
I wish I could be more like her.
She knows who she is,

they know who she was.
She died,
knowing who she was.
So who am I?