Who is this stranger staring back at me?
One morning I wake up and wonder who that stranger is in the mirror
She seems always to have someone near her.
The ringtone on her phone brings fear of a call unwanted
That now the sound alone feels haunted.
The woman staring back at me looks lost
Like the constant caring has taken a cost
Who is this stranger staring back at me?
The woman who once loved a night out
She seems to be in a drought.
Appointment on her phone pile up
When will she get to fill her cup?
It looks like she lost herself in others
Sometimes too much caring can feel as if you are being smothered.
Who is this stranger staring back at me?
I know the true her is still deep inside
I wonder if this will be a case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Who would have guessed that the constant fear
Would make this stranger want to disappear?
I hope she understands
That her heart has room to expand
One day I hope to walk up and see
The happiest ME for she is finally self-doubtingly free.
