• I see myself at the mirror
    I see two different people
    I see her as my shield
    I see me as the hidden child
    I see we look the same
    I see her weakness
    She see my weakness

    I lay my hand on hers
    she does the same.
    when our hands touch
    I feel her sadness
    Her hand is cold
    my spine shivers
    words disappear

    as tears run down her face.
    Hold her tight is what I do
    Don't shed tears I whisper

    She is picky, depressed, wise
    When I am with her I don't dare to ask
    She is there sitting next to me.
    Crying silently holding her last breath
    I am happy to know her

    She is happy, naive, optimistic
    She holds me tight and tells me
    You will be alright
    I sense her fear
    she doesn't dare to question me
    I am grateful to have her

    I don't know her as I want to
    yet I still care for her
    We are afraid to talk to each other
    just by looking at each other
    I can understand her problems

    words are nothing
    Words are unless
    Some words can't be heard

    I see myself at the mirror
    I see just myself
    I see myself as the shield
    I see myself as the hidden child
    I see who I am and I have no trouble with that