Facing Me
I see myself; I start to scream!
Who is this person that I see?
A stranger’s face!
I see the wrinkles, tiny lines
I pull my face and stretch it wide -
I’ve been erased!
What should I do; who should I tell?
I fear I’m alone in this hell -
Who would believe?
“Your face is not yours,” (so you say)
“When did you notice this new face?
When did yours leave?”
“When I saw my reflection,”(duh)
“You know, mirrors can’t lie to us”
“I’m not crazy”
“I never said you were my dear”
“Right, that’s why I’m just sitting here
Drawing daisies”
The conversation ends abrupt
Imagination’s time is up -
It’s time to choose
I can’t have plastic surgery
Perhaps this face will grow on me -
It looks amused
But I’m not smiling inside
I’m aching for the face I prized
Mirror betrayed
I shed a tear and look away -
One day I’ll get used to this face,
Just not today
11/22/11
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2011
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