What am I ? 
A picture on the glass
A reflection in the mirror
Two eyes, a face, a body 
That might as well is an illusion
I couldn't know if it lied
And if it did 
If it changed 
If it showed something else
Wouldn't I change as well?
Since all I am 
all of myself I have
is this picture 
On the cold glass

What more am I?
An impression on people's minds
A picture they created of me 
Labels, expectations, categories 
That might don't even fit 
I don't know if they lie
And if they do 
If I find a mistake 
If they are wrong 
Does it even matter at all ?
Since all I am 
all I became 
is this impression
They created of me 

What am I really?
A voice inside my head
A troubled and lonely mind 
Words, dead dreams, emotions 
That I chase but will not catch
I can't figure them out 
And if I could
If I could collect all my pieces 
If I could arrange them well 
Would they even fit together? 
Since all I am 
all I was 
is scattered parts 
Of a broken mind 

What am I?
Two eyes, labels, words,
a face, expectations, dead dreams, 
a body, categories, emotions- 
None or all? 
Am I even?
If I was, what should be the proof?
Since 
Those reflections 
In the mirror  glass 
On others people's minds 
In the pieces of my soul
Way too often tend to lie.

-A/N inspired by my current book.  Hope anyone likes it.
Stay human,
Sero💙-