I look in the mirror and what do I see?
I see a reflection of the physical me
I look in my soul, what image does it hold?
And I ask myself who am I?
No answer do I hear,
the question rings in my ear.
With no image,
maybe I,
can prove it wasn't me,
who did lie.
It wasn't me'
but the cell bag that you'd see,
if you saw me.