I haven't written in a while.... so I'm a bit outta practice.... Looking in the mirror Seeing faces in the past Fear and tears boil inside Learning what I feel Learning from the past But what does the present hide? They cannot accept it I doubt the family can either But facing it I still cry I have dreams, Wants, Yet fear Trying so hard Shedding tears Yet this is who I am This is what she made me But this cannot be right? Who am I? And can I live with it, when it can no longer hide?