My family looks good

My friends are beautiful

Everyone else is, too

Why am I the one who can't look good?

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I'm making changes now

It's long overdue now

I'm tired of waiting now

And neither nobody nor noself can stop me

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I know that it'll be great

Exactly what I wanted

What I want, I mean

I already feel colorful

I get out of the chair

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I walk to the mirror

Look into it

And fall to my knees

That's not me

That's not me

I'm nowhere that I can see

I'm lost

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Am I looking at the mirror, or is it looking at me?

Can the mirror even see?

Can it see me?

Am I reflected in it, or is it reflected in me?

Am I still even me?

I could be. I could be not.

So who am I? What am I?