Who Am I? Poem by Smiling Inside

Every time that I look at myself,
I'm wondering,
Who is that girl? ,

I only know a small part of her,
but then again,
I seem to know everything about her,

Isn't it strange? ,
So when people stare at me,
I'm wondering,
What do they think of me? ,

Do they see me,
the way I see myself? ,
answers to my questions,
I'll never know,

So you could say that I'm trapped...,

Trapped,
In my own thoughts,
waiting till the day,
that I'll find some peace in mind.