Journey Through the Mirror

I can't breathe someone sewed up my throat I can't breathe someone zipped my lungs I can't breathe When people prefer others The truth is I hate hanging around this person who had the same name as me Not just that I hate how she is able to better represent the name that I was also given she is the one people prefer, the one people call to I am not able to live up to my name I am not able to live up to my title like she is And when I express these feelings of despair only one person concerned themselves with me They handed me a hand full of Cheetos She told me not to be sad But I wasn't sad at all I figured I was more jealous than sad I pondered further into thought If she was able to live up to her title better than me Than what am I suppose to do to live up to mine It could be my misconception I could have just deluded my perception of my self identity I realized what made me unique was no longer valid my mind turned into a whirl pool of confusion I was to find a new definition for who I was I was to go on a journey on my own I believe we all go through this journey The journey through the mirror To meet the ones we were suppose to be