Mirror of me

I look at the mirror but I am unsure of what I see

Of course on the outside she is me

But I look at her eyes

With that a little piece of me seems to die

We are not the same

I keep my pain tucked inside

But yet it does not hide

I am who I am because of what went on

I am who I am because of how I strived on

She is the past I wish I could forget

The one who is filled with regret

The one who questions her worth

Instead of knowing what she deserves

She is me and I am her

Yet there is quite a few lines that we blur