Whom Will, I See

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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