Who am I in this shell of skin?
All my faults, and my failiers, and my secrets within?
Even I don't know me, who do I see,
When I look in the mirror I think "that can't be me."
Because what I see is different from others,
I see what I've hidden from my sisters and brothers.
The lies I've told, though of them I'm not proud,
I see every one in the wrinkles of my brow.
The years pass so quickly, and with them I change.
What has been happening in this day and age?
But the wrinkles do not show on he outside,
from everyone around me, they're easy to hide.
So don't make them worse, don't stay on this path.
Someone else you will see in the looking glass.