Just My Poetry

Self-Identity

I take a long, hard look into the
mirror
And wish the image was a little
more clear
The girl inside returns my stare
We have the same eyes, lips and hair,
But I want to see the aspects to
Which others are blind
What goes on in her mind?

Is there a storm brewing
behind those brown eyes,
Or is there a gentle ocean
beneath clear skies?
Is she plagued by nightmares?
Does she wonder if anybody cares?
I sigh and run my fingers
through my curly locks
Every movement she mocks

Who is this girl?
Is she a common rock or a
precious pearl?
Does she harvest greed
Or help those in need?
Does she hide behind her tears,
Or does she conquer her fears?

I reach out to touch the surface
that shines
Her fingertips press against mine
Does she seek love and affection,
Or does she shy away from attention?
Can she sing like the caged bird?
Does she simply want to be heard?

Can she accept reality,
Or will she embrace insanity?
Can she have a fresh start?
Will she follow her heart?
I take a ragged breath and begin to cry
Who is she... Who am I