In the mirror

I see the face staring back at me,
eyes the color of sand.


I look at the hair and skin,
comparing them to my own.


She looks familiar somehow
and yet so different.


Her eyes look tired,
showing the weariness of a hard times seen.
Her skin bore marks of a road traveled hard.

It's hard to believe, I thought it would be easier on me,
playing nice, making everyone else happy.


Yet now I see through the stranger staring back at me, it was all a dream.
I was living on the wrong side of reality.


When you look in the mirror what do you see?

Reviews

[JRB]

A reflection of your self, nice write.
Jan/Uisiom