Every day I look into the mirror and see a lie.
Because there's false in the answer as to who am I.

I can laugh at the world, hide from them the truth.
But what about me? How do I not sleuth?

How can I stay in the open, look at the sky?
How do I face the wind and genuinely smile?

Sometimes I wish I could sink into the ground beneath.
But sometimes, even that land seems so out of reach.

Then again there's that day when I look at myself in the eye;
I see a reason to live, a reason to give another try...