As I look threw the thick clear glass,
I don't see my reflection,
As I look deeper, and deeper into the glass
I was no where to be found.
My mind was spinning, my heart was pounding,
I was losing my mind.
What do people see when they look at me, or do they even see me,
the real me, or just the person who I'm pretending to be.
How can this be, that the real me is lost inside this identity that has controlled me.
As I look threw the thick clear broken glass,
I start to see my reflection,
not the pretend me but
the real me, who everybody will see, cause I am my own identity.