Musings...

Reflection

A face in the mirror
staring back at me,
a distorted reflection
of the girl I used to be.

I know her, understand her
but do not feel her pain
lack of emotion she is showing
washed away with the rain.

Her eyes, dark
glinting with mischief,
while those belonging to me
showing nothing but grief.

A smile on those red lips
no beauty shining within,
fake in all its fullness,
only thing visible, original sin.

Do I know the girl?
Could it truly be?
Perhaps, and yet uncertain,
that person is me.