As I look into the
mirror,
I don't know what I see.
I see a different person,
An image that is not me.
It scares me to see
this stranger,
I don't know what she does.
She sits and stares in awe,
She's Perfect without flaw.
Where did this
person come from?
She has a lot of class.
This mirror I look into,
seems to erase the past.
Copyright © April
30, 1986
