The real me

something in the mirror makes me sad
a look in my eyes, perhaps
or the tears on my cheek
Whatever I see there
looks back at me, my reflection
and tells me things I don't want to hear
And I know that things are not all fine
As I nod and smile outside the mirror
inside of there, the other side of the glass
I am crying
perhaps I am stuck in there
perhaps I always will be
or maybe that's not the real me
and this false smile outside
this false smile is the real me.