Revelations
Reflections are so fickle
What truly makes yours true?
Is it the image in the mirror
Or the soul that's inside you?
The smile in my picture lies
I don’t know who I am
It’s easier to know reality
If there’s no room to pretend
Between the lines of poetry
My identity is so clear
Words and structures as complicated
As my insides often appear
This poem is about:
Me