• My reflection knows who I am but I cannot see
    My eyes were told too many lies about what I am
    to change the image now
    How does one see when you are always in darkness?

    My heart knows things that stay hidden inside
    It beats but then retreats before I can see the light.
    If it never tried, would I be less than what I am now?
    How does one love when your blood runs cold?

    My soul knows what it could be if it were true
    It loses itself when it chooses to remain unseen
    as the cold runs deep inside my veins.
    How does one know you if you can’t find yourself?

    The dark thoughts that wander through my mind
    Deceiving me into believing that I am not myself
    What lies have you told yourself?
    How does one live when you don’t know who you are?