Dear diary 4

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by poemwriter2005

by poemwriter2005

You mean me?

I´m standing in front of you,
not knowing who I really am.
You could ask me questions,
but it would be difficult for me to answer them.
I don´t know. I´m trying to find myself in the hope you could give me answers. But how can I find myself when I don´t know my own answers and have to hope you could give me some?
I wouldn´t say I lost myself, but by everything I do,
I´m trying to complete my puzzle because there are missing some pieces.
What could the next piece of my puzzle be?
Could it be you? Or am I hoping it would be you?
Or I´m a too selfish?
Am I? I don´t know.
While I´m looking in the mirror, I see a person.
That´s me, that´s how I look. But a mirror doesn´t tell you who you are as a person, as example what you like or what you dislike.
Can you tell me? How do you see me? What do you (dis)like about me?

Xxx Me