Wake Up in the Morning
My reflection staring back at me,
The person I know so well,
Yet the one I cannot fully see—
A mystery I cannot tell.
Lines around my eyes,
Wrinkles from the smiles,
A projected shadow of the past
That walks with me each mile.
Some say they know me,
Yet who can I truly trust?
When the tears I’ve shed
Erode the heart to rust.
Who am I?
Who are you to judge?
For everything you don’t know—
This is just my grudge.
Advice is given often,
Yet it bounces off my ears,
Fake smiles and nodding heads—
Mechanical for years.
Lines around my eyes,
Wrinkles from the smiles,
A projected shadow of the past
That walks with me each mile.
For there is only one who knows me,
The one I cannot test—
My personal reflection,
The one I trust the best.
For everyone is a voice,
Yet here’s the difference:
My voice is internal,
I am my own influence.
