Reflection
Look at me, I will never pass for a perfect person, Or a perfect son Can it be I’m not meant to play this part?
Now I see, That if I were truly to be myself I would break my familys heart Who is that boy I see Staring straight Back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? Somehow I cannot hide Who I am Though I’ve tried When will my reflection show Who I am inside?
