Me, Myself and the Mirror

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.