South Africa

When I look in the mirror,

Who do I see?


A stranger,

Staring back at me.


I do not even know myself,

A desperate calling for some help.


Me, myself, and I do not know who we are,

Unable to recognize one another from afar.


But with this pencil and this pen,

I start to know myself again.


Only a small girl, in a world too big,

A deeper hole I tend to dig.


But with this disguise behind my mask,

I try to run away from this task.


This obstacle, much too big to overcome,

I'm only a girl, too naive and too dumb.


Will anyone listen to what I say?

'Til then, in my dreams is where I will lay.



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