Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Rippling reflections

Through the mirror you can see,
Something quite unlike me.
And the world that lays behind,
It’s something neither nice nor kind.
And the girl that’s there,
She seems so unaware.
Of her tear streaked face,
Or her hair that’s out of place.
Hearts are hidden from our sight,
And shadows flicker in the light.
Patterns scatter over glass,
As the shadows seem to pass.
The reflection always changes,
Although it stays the same.
Now it’s filled with strangers,
None of which know her name.


Who are you?