Mirror Image

Is it the beat of the heart,
that tells me it's alive?

Is it the sadness in our tears,
that makes me treasure the smiles?

Is it the deep scars,
that keeps me sober?

Is it the twinkle in a child's eyes,
That tells me what i'm fighting for?

I don't know who that is, when I look in the mirror,
He isn't me,
Just a mask of what I really am?

I don't know who I am, on the inside,
I feel so confused, what can I do,

One day i'll find out who that really is in the mirror

 

Hang on a tic. I think I may have missed something, what does "I feel so confused, about do" mean? I may be being slow or this actually may no make sense. Other than a minor misunderstanding I like this a bit, not on technical merit or anything else that I don't really understand, I just like it a little for some reason.

 

ahh, sorry, minor editing problem that didn't make it through, but thanks for telling me or I would of missed it.

 

I really like the first half of the poem, the "is it the.." those are great lines.

 

I only really liked the "Is it the..." parts. But it was a good overall.