Take a look in the mirror.
Are you who you thought you were going to be?
Oh please, tell me.
I’m not trying to be existential
or judge the face across the screen.
I’m just wondering why she seems
from the flesh outside the glass.
Oh she’s cold, and she’s clear,
and this girl on the other side
feels so much, here.
And I’d rather feel, I’d rather be real
than one who begs to disappear.
But take a look in the mirror.
Who is she?
Is that me?
Is that the face my eyes
will never truly get to see?
And if I’m not locked behind her shine…
Does that mean I’m free?