The Mirror

Who do you see, when you look in the mirror? I see you, me, yes. But do you, me, see me? What I see is someone I want to be me. But who is this me? I know not who I am, nor who I will be. I am not you, nor can I be exactly like you. So I guess who real question, is not who I am, But who, I will be.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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