What do you see
Looking at the portrait of myself
I try to decide the wall or shelf
And as I wonder which will be
Of what of me will people see
You cannot trust a portrait
For it is only a figure
And eyes ask the mirror
What others see and picture
You can't run from emotions
They are always there
They look for disapproval
And eyes that often stare
Beauty has its place
And vanity it’s pride
Hiding from rejection
Of what we may deny
The difference between
a portrait and a mirror
Though times it may not seem
The portrait is a pose, the mirror is a scene
A portrait is a time gone past
While the mirror is the thee
The portrait tells it memories
The mirror knows it leaves
Frozen in time not dead
But still alive
The mirror fears
The time that will arrive
The portrait has escaped
What silence deny
While the mirror reminds
Of sins near by
Who am I to judge
Things near by
When silence covers
The reason they cry
The portrait it holds
Secrets known above
While down on earth
A figure we love
Strangers know not the difference
So called friends know what occurred
Only God can tell the difference
When the eyes of many are blurred
The portrait has no pity
The mirror seeks love
The past has no memory
The present what comes from above
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