My Image

I look into the mirror, and brush back my long red hair

I see my image standing there, the one so frail and scared

I'm the one no one sees, the one with all her thoughts kept in

I'm the girl whose voice is so small; no one ever hears it at all

I take another look at the image standing there,

The one no one sees, and the one I can't bear

It's then that I realize the image that I see

Is trying to be someone else but me