Image In the Mirror

Who’s that woman, who stands in the mirror? She cries for help, but no one hers her. The image on the other side, Reflex the pain she holds inside. She has a look of despair applied on her face, As she looks at her body from head to waist. Who’s that woman, who stands in the mirror, Why is it so hard for people to hear her. She looks in the mirror and asks herself why? Because she feels like life has passed her by. Her skin of bronze and her long black hair, But deep inside she feels no one care. She probes for questions that’s in her mind, But the answers she can not even find. Who’s that image in the two glass, Is it my present, future or past. So much turmoil in her inner soul, That it’s making her emotion so hard and cold. Who’s is this woman that I can see, It’s hard to believe that this image is me. You see her in public and could never tell, That deep inside, she’s going through hell. She smiles and takes the punches and blows, And comes to the conclusion that’s the way life goes. Written by Vertie Adams July 11. 2006