What concerns me is,
I quietly open my eyes,
From the bright sunlight,
Shining outside my window.
I went to go look at myself in the mirror,
Who is this person I see,
But this person cannot be me,
For this person is depressed and lonely,
I see a person...
For this person is unhappy,
But needs a person to talk to.
And shall understand her.
I see a person...
For this person keeps her most secrect desires and feelings to herself.
For she is afraid, that if she releases the rage and frustration,
That she has been holding in forever,
There will be a war....
She will deeply and truely hurt,
Everone she knows and loves....
I see a person...
She depends on god so much...
That if he doesn't do his job in society and decieves her,
she will look down, NOT up, and do evil things,
Not only to herself,
But to her broken heart....
I see a person....
For she thinks that if anyone found out how she feels,
That she will be an oddball,
But not a unique person...
I see a person..
Who thinks that she,
Out of trillions of people that live on this god-forsaken earth,
That she is the only person that feels the way she does.
I see a person...
But who is this person I see so well,
In this mirror of mine???
I feel like I have known her,
For my entire life!!!
Who is this person??
Who is this person?
For it is I,
Cinthia Ghanayem...
I have fianlly found my true self....
Finally....................


 
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