The Looking Glass
With a tranquil state of mind
And peace within myself;
I rest my tired body, and I search
My soul for answers.
I am lonely … yet not alone.
There is an emptiness deep within me
Gnawing tirelessly inside until I ache.
It remains undetected by others;
Yet tears away at my composure.
A crowded room;
Bodies roaming endlessly around me;
Yet they are somehow distant,
… And I am alone.
Always wanting to be myself,
But each day it becomes more difficult
To remember who I really am.
Where did the child go?
The carefree babe of yesterday I once was.
Years seem to have passed by in minutes,
And the reflection in the mirror is no longer
That of a small child;
But a young woman.
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Confused and alone, she sits to sort her thoughts;
And although alone, she is not lonely:
… For she has someone special to meet;
… Her reflection in the mirror.