They say I am pretty
But what does that mean?
Who do they see?
Do you see you?
Is it me who will never see?
Yes these pictures
These mirrors reflect
But they never look the same
All of them are beautiful they say
But there is quite a lot I don\'t agree
All these reflections shine a different light
All these eyes that try to convince me they are mine
Which one is true?
Which one of you?
All the pictures and mirrors tell different stories and show a different character
I wish I could see myself from someone else\'s eyes
To see what I really look like
What is truly my good side?
Whom am I and who do I favor?
Will, I never know?
I always wondered if others can see me
The way I do but I\'m confused about which of them is me
I speak to my reflection and no reply straight confusion
The same question left unanswered reappears in my mind
Is it only I who haven\'t seen me?
Which creates another question
Have I gone blind or senseless?
Or am I changing too rapidly to catch up and see vividly,
who stands beyond me in my reflection?
AND
Whom will, I see next?
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