I look at myself in the mirror
I look at how my life used to be
But as I stare things start to get clearer
Because staring back isn't me
I see you now,
In everything I do
I wish I could control it somehow
I don't want to end up like you
But when I see your face
And I look into your eyes
I don't want your memory erased
But it causes these cries..
*I know you all might not get this poem, but I do, and the most I can tell you is that, my first mum had depression... and I now have a step-mum*
