The face I see, it is me
But its not who I used to be.
The skin I see, so full of flaws
Is the same face the world adores.
But here in the mirror, that light that shines
Makes me quiver with something other than fear
Causing me to question who I've become.
But through the changes in my life
I somehow still remain one thing;
Sad about me.
23.10.2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem