I feel like Mulan
Looking at my reflection
Yet it's not someone I know
When we look into a mirror
We're supposed to see ourselves
But that's not what I'm looking at
What I see is someone disoriented
Disorganized
Lazy
Depressed
And someone that's not trying her best
With her mood switching every hour
From tired to mad
From mad to sad
With not even a hint of being glad
The person I know is not afraid to speak out
Not afraid to have fun
She just does everything without thinking about it
Or overthinking about it
No
The reflection
It's scared
It's confused
It's anxious
I guess I can't be Mulan
Because my reflection really does show who I am inside
Maybe I wasn't who I thought I was
YOU ARE READING
Poetry I guess
Thơ catotally not in alphabetical order just some things that I wrote in my memo and liked tbh
