I would love to see "twinkle" on my eyes,
but even the mirror seems in disguise.
I see myself better when my eyes are closed,
that way i am friend with my heart in trouble.
Fake me not, mirror in front
I let you you read me,
but could you really see?
Mind is in chaos,
wrinkles on forehead shows.
You see that I know,
but can you put words to it too?
I wish you could talk back,
so you could put back on track
my heart, my mind...
and thoughts running wild.