The Mirror and I

The Mirror and I

There I stood to stare,
Trying not to care,
That this picture wasn’t me,
Just a simple fallacy,
That slowly let me die
And made me wonder why.

Yet, I am still here,
Staring in the mirror,
Looking hard to find,
Why I’ve become so blind,
Why I’ve lost my way,
Why I’ve never lived a day.

But once upon a time,
I lived my life in rhyme,
With pain so close to find,
At the end of every line,
And Then I chose to be,
More of this and less of me,
For I needed then to lie,
Because all I did was cry,
And no longer could I fight,
So I chose to change in blight,

And now I stand to stare,
With dropping tears to bear,
For no longer do I know
What can cure this wicked woe,
But when I look upon this mirror,
I know to well I fear to fear,
To wet the pillow with my tears,
But when I stare at my reflections,
I need to know a couple questions,
Why is it that I still cry?
And who should I call “I”