Who Am I

I don't know myself

I was myself

But not anymore.

Looking at myself 

This isn't my face

This is not me

This isn't my look.

Looking through my soul

Looking through my reflection

I suddenly look older

I suddenly feel wiser.

Shocked from the surprise

I immediately feel sad 

I remembered the ways

When life was simple,

I remember the ways of my childhood days.

But looking at my mirror I start to ask questions

Who's that in the mirror, that's not my reflection.

Is this the end to all of my joy

Or is this the start of something great.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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