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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem