Who Am I, Really
Could I have always been wrong about me?
I don't think I even know who I am anymore
I don't have the strength to fix myself
There's a three-foot deep glass door
Infront of me and my reflection
But the inside and out, don't match
So I can't tell if it's really me
And I'm not really much of a catch
The only thing I can do is this
But in battle I lost my own game
I wasn't humbled, just remorse
Trying, fumbling for my own name
I think I've always been wrong about me
I don't really know who I am
I don't know that I ever did
But I hope that one day I can
Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2013
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