I look at myself using a mirror,
Everyone does.
I look at myself and I put on this mask.
A mask of someone who I don’t see as me
I see a kind-hearted person,
Yet a ruthless one.
Whose ruthlessness must be contained.
So I put on this mask to contain it,
The mask that most people know,
And I think to myself, is this truly me?
Is this the way I see myself, truly?
Am I a kind person who can not be mean
Unless someone truly angers me to the point,
Where the true me comes out.
Am I a kind person, who is ruthless
Ruthless on the inside,
Not caring for anyone’s feelings but my own.
I look into this mirror, at myself
And I think about changing,
But how would I do it.
How can I change the way I truly am?
Do I just cut off my hair,
Do I just change the way it looks.
Do I have to change what I wear,
Change what I have on.
The answer is actually quite simpler than that.
I can change myself, I do it every single day,
I put this mask on my face
I change little by little,
Changing the way I see myself,
Changing how I truly am,
It maybe be little, but I still do it.
Everyday.
Because I put on this mask.