Help me, Mother,
it happens again,
I know not who I am.
I was right there,
it was me,
right where
I wanted to be.
I had it all,
and so much more,
my dreams had all
come true.
Now I have become
this stranger,
that I never knew.
I look in the mirror,
and I miss me,
don’t know
this reflection
that I do now see.
The smile is gone,
you taught to me,
to wear,
to hide my pain,
and the front door
is so wide open,
and letting in the rain.
So who am I?
Where did I go?
It’s one thing
I need to know.
For without me,
how can I be
Me
