"Who's that"
I wake up and look into my mirror
To see my baggy eyes and bed made hair
And I wonder
Why do people say I am beatifull
And I wonder
Who is that in the mirror
That makes me so beautiful
I set up into the shower
To get ready for another day
Standing in the boiling water
Washes all my doubts away
I wash my face my hair and body
To get the stench of sleep off of me
Now I look into my mirror
And wonder where did the bed mess go
The sleepy blood shot eyes aren't there
And instead what lays in my head are the bright blue eyes
Pouring into the mirror to try and understand what I am seeing
With all of this pondering I wonder
Who's that?
Who do I see in the mirror?
Who do other people see?
I know what I see
I know what I look like
So I am confused
How am I beautiful?
Who's That?
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