Standing straight in front of me..?
Her eyes are staring,
Full of pain and sadness…
As an ocean far, far away,
Lonely and hopeless.
Tears are running down her face,
Leaving a weak black trace…
A chain that holds her down,
And makes her a prisoner of herself.
Who is the girl I see?
Weeping softly,
Staring full of sorrows back at me.
I try to recognize her,
Try to touch her and console her…
To take away her pain.
But I can’t reach her,
And I only feel the cold glass of the mirror…
Who is the girl I see,
Is she then really me?
What do you see?
Every time you look at me?
A laughing girl,
With a smile upon her face…
Hadn’t you noticed?
It wasn’t more than a mask,
That hid me, myself, for all the people around me?
I will never ask,
For your love and consoling words…
Will the mask ever disappear?
And show the real me,
Who I really am?
sterkte 
