“Who am I”
“Who am I?”, I ask myself, standing in front of the mirror with bated breath
My lost identity and myself, “who am I?”, I ask myself
How could I kno
“Who am I”
“Who am I?”, I ask myself, standing in front of the mirror with bated breath
My lost identity and myself, “who am I?”, I ask myself
How could I know the strangers of this world, if I don’t even know myself?
I am nothing but a lost traveler in this broken world
No one knows who they are, everyone just pretends
Their eyes are cold, hearts are stranded, minds are perplexed and strings of hearts are knotted
No one bothers to look inside, if their hearts are still alive
With a little faith in myself, I stand in front of the mirror and ask myself:
“Who is the girl I see, staring right back at me?”
But when will my reflection show who I am inside?
By Sara Amir
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