Conversations with the Mirror

Is she still wicked, dark and vexing?
Struggling with her identity, quite perplexing.
Searching for knowledge, escapes and pain.
Trying to grow wise,
Fighting to stay sane.

What is her role or purpose in this life?
Surely not just suffering and strife.
The questions keep climbing up her minds gate.
Just to find no answers and suffocate

Does she believe the lies she holds as her truth?
Or is who she really is quite uncouth?
I listen to her worries and fears
Until realizations head finally rears.

So she is me, and it is We.
Just trying to exist.
Just trying to be.