Who Are You

I see you around all the time, you act like caring about others is a crime. you pretend like you are incapable of feeling, I want to know what hidden truths you are sealing. You go around screaming at others, your jealous when others speak obout their mothers. what's even worse is that you blame men, but how many have you slept with? how do you hate men? I try to get to know you, but I can't even really understand you. I try to feel compassion, because when you don't even know it, i'll see that side that's hurting repeatedly flashing. Sometimes at night I'll hear you crying, you'll say that you're o.k, but I know that you are lying. sometimes I hear you praying, you might not really believe it, but I feel what you are saying. I know your insecure, no matter how you hide it, I know your past still hunts you, no matter how you fight it. Now I have to ask myself why are you the only one I see, the truth is I know why you won't let me be, I know why you're around me, for everytime I look in the mirror I see that you are me.