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Truly me, Truly I


The eyes of the self;                                                                      Still looking for myself;

Impossible to see.                                                                                But possible to try;

Though mirrors show reflections;                                           To find the true projections.

It's not truly me.                                                                                                  It's truly I.

So who am I?                                                                                                      I am me.

 

The girl in class;                                                                        The girl who walks in las';

So confident, So free.                                                                               Lucky to get by.

Many see these perfections;                                                 May love her imperfections;

But it's not truly me.                                                                                     But it's truly I.

So who am I?                                                                                                      I am me.

 

A sister at home;                                                                                 Left alone to roam;

TIme to play with glee!                                                             Games where she can fly;

A return of affections;                                                               An escape to obsessions;

It's still not truly me.                                                                                     It's still truly I.

And so who am I?                                                                                        And I am me.

 

So who am I?

I can't see, though I still try.

I wish I was free, but still can't get by.

I greet others with glee, trying my best to fly.

So who am I?

 

I am me.

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