Reflections
Who is that person
I ask as I stare,
the one with streaks of gray
in her long dark hair.
Why is her face so sullen;
deep dark circles under her eyes,
She says absolutely nothing,
but somehow you hear her tormented cries.
She looks almost lifeless;
no expression on her face,
no sign of life;
not even a trace.
A deep sorrow fills my heart;
when I look closer and see,
I am gazing into a mirror;
that person is me.
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