The Mirror

When Did I fall I Can't recall Where on earth am I? When Did I loose Direction of my expression? How when why? Was it because I feel pressure to change? (By you, or me or you?) Was it because I had the desire or was I driven insane By their opinion Or by my confusion? I'm a puppet to a vision in their heads Have I been blinded by An image that I thought was mine? If that is so, where did I go? The mirror looks the same as it did The reflection changed a little bit I don't recognize the person that lives Inside the body that I live in Out of My body Yet it's a bit Claustrophobic I put ink On my body Which I sometimes regret And I know that it doesn't make much sense Like dressing for you for 6 months I bet you didn't notice much Was rather feminine Casually unaware of it If I change I'm afraid You won't look at me the same If I don't I'm afraid Many will despise me So what's with the fuss If I can't make everyone Pleased With me? So why do I Feel the pressure to change? (By you, or me or you?) And why do I feel Like a child in denial Is there something wrong with me! The mirror looks the same as it did The reflection changed a little bit I don't recognize the person that lives Inside the body that I live in Who am I? How do I Know the answer? Who am I? Why don't I Know the answer? Know the answer