I Look In The Mirror,
Whose Reflection Do I See?
This Is Not The Face I Remember.
The Eyes Looking Back At Me,
Can Hardly Be Mine.
Looking In Them, I See,
A Life, I Know Is Not Mine.
A Stranger Stands There,
Looking Back At Me.
Experiences Known, Yet Not.
Feeling Familiar, Yet Strange.
I Feel As Though I-‘m Living
Someone Else-‘s Life.
Writing My Story,
With Another-‘s Pen.
Singing My Song,
With A Strangers Voice.
I Need To Find My Own,
And Start All Over Again.
Making My Life,
And My Reflection
Mine Once More.