• Looking in the mirror
    I don't know who I am anymore
    I feel different and I even look like somebody else now
    The face I see is pale and round
    With eyes that say nothing but
    Hum an unfamiliar tune to the
    Ears that seem to be no longer mine
    My handwriting is no longer me
    But appears to belong to the hands
    Of my mother
    I am like her is so many unknown ways
    I am like her and my sisters whom
    I said I will never be like
    My mother; the hero that despises me
    I seem to be her now
    I feel her agony and her pain
    I am my mother at nineteen
    But she is more same that I
    My mother--How I miss you
    But never have the courage to say
    I love you