Coming Along

When I stopped looking
into the mirror
to find myself
I found my reflection
in the people I meet
None of them
look like me
but they say the same words as me
and get proud and hungry
confused
thirsty and sleepy
They look at me
as if I were a mirror
and ask questions
or order me to do their bidding
This is all fine by me
The only thing I ever wanted from me
was to do right by you