A mirror is in front of me,
But the face that's staring back,
That can't be me.
That's not me looking like that.
This pale face that's looking at me,
Eyes that are sunken back,
In dark bags way to deep,
After an insomina attack.
She's pale,
Her eyes no longer shine.
She looks fragile,
Those grey lips can't be mine.
She's not me,
I know this can't be true.
It just can't be.
Have I really been that blue?
Does it show now in my appearence?
Can you see the sadness?
See me wondering through this fog way to dense?
Am I really this lost?
No. I can't be!
Those can't be my eyes.
This can't be me.
I'm to much alive.
This girl looks dead.
Somebody from six feet below.
She looks like she needs to be fed,
And her cheeks no longer glow.
As I take a closer look,
I notice something that I didn't before.
I know this face like a book.
This is my reflection, true to the core.
I haven't changed inside any.
My inside finally has shined through.
And this face is truely me.
But only when I'm not with you.
When I'm in your arms,
My eyes take on a new light,
And my skin looks warm.
And I finally sleep through the night.
My hair comes to life,
My smile is brimming with joy.
Even through this strife,
I see that I love you, man or boy.
-Mandielynn
10/29/98
