Who's that girl I see,
In the mirror looking back at me?
She looks like me,
She moves like me,
Oh, it's just me, but not.
The girl I see is pretty and I'm not,
She's free but I've been caught.
Her eyes are mine,
Her hair is mine,
She's just like me, but not.
I see a girl with friends when I'm alone,
She's the me I've never known.
She's loved by everyone,
She's as good as everyone,
She's just me, but I'm not.
E. Suzanne Durell
Copyright ©2001 E. Durell