Staring at me in the mirror.
Only I can wonder if this is me.
The hair and face the same,
But thee heart and soul destroyed by she.
Why me?
This I plea.
Only an answer I seek.
But only from you.
My chance,
Where hast thou gone?
Please,
If there is,
Appear and show me the life I wish for.
Gone from me,
A chance,
At love with you for once.
Maybe now I can be me,
And move on,
But then again maybe not,
For I have had no fair shot to prove me,
So now I plea one final plea,
If thee can manage,
Give me the chance for once,
I will make good,
And show you the true me.