Who Are You?

The mirror, it reflex an image. Me. That's me. Or is it? No that is who you made me. I like her better, she stands taller, more positively, more confident. Maybe she me in a more enlightened way. No longer the loner in the corner. You picked her up when everyone beat her down. You cared when no one else would. You saved me from a dark world within myself. A dark ominous place; bleak, and desolate. She believes in herself, she stands be herself. The only sadness is that you left. Why did you have to leave? Come back to her! She needs you so much! Her mask hides her longing to be with someone who cares. Someone she trusts and can unconditionally love. She wouldn't hesitate to be with you again. No doubt no doubt at all! In a heartbeat you may have my heart again. But that's not me, I'm suck in a dream, looking at my fictitious character you made. Hoping I would become her. I tried but without you I cannot succeed. Please come back I'm begging you! Carry me again! Tell me the secrets of the world. Tell me you have magical powers again. You make me feel thirteen again when I act like I'm twenty three. The girl in the mirror sighs we are part of two different worlds. Worlds that will never collide again. But will I ever be able to say goodbye?