Reflections

Who is that girl
That stares back at me
When I gaze in the mirror?
She sometimes seems
As if she's lost her way.
Trapped behind glass,
A reflection of who I am
Or who I was
Or who I am becoming.
Do I know her truly?

Sometimes the soul seems
To be a mirror,
Only reflecting part
Of who I truly am
Back for me to see.
Sometimes I wonder
If I'm seeing a true reflection
Or if the mirror is cracked
Or distorted in some way.

What part of me
Is trapped in the mirror?
What do I leave behind
When I walk away?
Am I the real person
And she the reflection,
Or am I really the one
That's trapped inside?