do not write about me as if you know me

When i look in the mirror
I don’t recognise the lady i see
With a smile as twisted as a rope .
How can you say you know me
When i don’t even know myself .
What would you say
About the many layers of onion
Aside from the obvious
The runs of tears .
Do not waste a drop of ink
To fill an empty space
I will act my own film

Bose