book of poems

Identity

She looks in the mirror,
But she just sees a reflection.
Like the surface of still waters,
That she just wants to dive into
To find out things underneath the suface.
To break away from all humanity.
To find the true meaning of her purpose.
Ahe curiously examines herself.
Hoping to fine out her purpose.
Instead she wasted time.
Her life had passed her by
Because she was trying ti find her identify.
She was left without friends,
Left without family,
And left without an identity.