I see myself in the mirror and I can't recognize the person staring back. Have I really changed that much? Have I become someone who isn't worthy of my past life's approval? I look at myself in the mirror and think is this really me? Is this who I wanted to be? Is this really what I want to do with my life? How can I go back to the way I was before if so much has changed and I don't know where to turn?
I look at the reflection in the mirror and I know I'm not myself anymore.
4/15/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem