A person's outward appearance and its irrelevance to who they are. |
I see the girl Staring back at me Her long, shiny hair Her resentful eyes I see the girl Staring back at me I try to speak with her But I hear only my own soft voice I see the girl Staring back at me I can smell the thick air around us The air that engulfs me when I am alone I see the girl Staring back at me I can almost taste the unbreakable tension The girl dislikes me I see the girl Staring back at me I reach out to touch her My hands feel smooth, cool glass As I watch the girl Staring back at me I know that there is so much more Than what anyone can see There's so much more to the girl Than what she says, and how she acts The style of her hair, the clothes she wears None of this matters What is important are the things That nobody else could know What is hidden in the darkest corners of her mind What is buried deep within her heart I can feel her frustration I can sense her anger I can feel her love, her pain All the emotions she holds inside As I look into the mirror I see the girl I can feel what the girl is feeling I think what the girl is thinking I am the girl. |