Reflection. 

I get up in the morning and of course I wash my face. I look up and see myself. But is it really me?! 
Dark hair....hazel eyes....green when it's sunny....blue when the light is too bright.... People think it's cute but I'm confused as to what they mean. Are they different parts of me?! Or three different personalities?! 
I'm happy then I cry. I'm playful then dead serious. I'm fine then I'm not. I'm brave then terrified. I'm rude then I'm nice. Bad girl vs good girl. Who am I?! 
People say I'm nice. Rude. Friendly. Pretty. Cute. They say I have offended them. They say they'll never forget. But then I look in the mirror... I take a deep breath and ask myself....Who am I?! 
My deep thoughts come out on the surface....no wait...don't...it's scary, but they don't listen to me. They surround me then devour me. What has become of me?! 
Some people say they know me....my own reflection doesn't know the real me. As I look in the mirror she takes some steps back....trembling in fear, hoping I can't get to her. Who is me?! 
She doesn't want to know me....or wait...is she scared because she does?! I'm sorry I am like this. I'm trying to stop. But can you stop your thoughts from tearing you apart?! 
They never die, and even if they do, they somehow come back to life. They smile and say hi. Hug you and claim they've missed you a lot. Lies. They just need a toy to play with....and me?!....I guess im their puppet, I guess I'm their toy. I guess they'll never leave me alone and I'll suffer from it all day long. 
WeI guess I'm a mess. You don't need to spit that on my face. You don't know me like I do. You'll never get in if I don't let you to.  
I get up in the morning and of course I wash my face. I look up and see myself. The scared reflection is staring back. I open my mouth but I hear the words only in my brain. Who am I?! Can you tell me!? Somehow she understands. But she doesn't want to help my case.