It was a gift from Nana. Swimming in his circular tank of water, the fish…
How I Wonder
How I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder
Who is the real me?
Am I honestly a leader?
I look in the mirror
And wonder
Is that me, or is it how I see myself?
Is it an illusion my eyes play?
Or is it real?
I could never know.
Are my wings invisible,
Never to be known?
Is my halo?
Am I truly a monster,
Or a dazzling beauty?