I don’t know me
What a stranger of myself that I am
I live with me and in me, yet, I don’t know me
I’m full of myself, yet I can’t be myself
Each time I try a new mask on, they say it’s perfect
How I’m lost in my own world
No wonder I feel so lonely even in multitude
No wonder I really want to be like someone else
No wonder I run from shadows that I cast
When I looked into the mirror this morning
I can’t see my childhood scars again
But I can still feel the fresh hurt
Oh, the mirror lied to me
The people lied to me
The mirror lied to me too
But how can I believe the lies I tell myself?
This can’t be me; I don’t know me
Gideon Bankole
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