Someday I'll be someone I'm not. Someday the world will see my smiles that try to hide the emptiness I feel,
my laughs that try to prove that I'm living and not just alive, and
my confidence that tries to tell the world that I'm living the life I want.
Someday I'll be someone even I, myself don't recognize.
I'll look in the mirror and see how I' ve grown from the little girl who dreamt of great things,
I'll look at my reflection and see if it mirrored who I really am.
And most of the time, I dissapoint myself with the outcome.
I will only see the woman who was forced to erase the memory of the little girl to be seen as someone.
Now because of that, I would've lost sight of myself and become a mother that bore a living person who wasn't really living at all.
I could only hope that someday I can look at myself to be someone I am.