I went through my pictures today
And I realized I used to be happy.
Something I haven’t been in a while.
The person I see in those photos
Is not the same person looking back through the mirror;
There’s a faint resemblance, nothing more.
I used to smile and laugh, always so joyful;
I still do, but it’s no longer genuine
No longer healthy.
People used to say my smile made their day
And all I could think was
It’s just a smile, how can it make such a difference?
I never understood what they meant
When they said the smile should be seen in the eye;
That there should be a glitter, a sparkle.
Now when I laugh, when I smile,
It’s polite, lacking reassurance
Missing the light heartened warmth
I went through my pictures today
And I realized I used to be happy.
I finally know what that glitter, that sparkle is.
.
.
.
It’s what’s missing from the mirror.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
I went through my pictures today
And I realized I used to be happy.
Something I haven’t been in a while.
The person I see in those photos
Is not the same person looking back through the mirror;
There’s a faint resemblance, nothing more.
I used to smile and laugh, always so joyful;
I still do, but it’s no longer genuine
No longer healthy.
People used to say my smile made their day
And all I could think was
It’s just a smile, how can it make such a difference?
I never understood what they meant
When they said the smile should be seen in the eye;
That there should be a glitter, a sparkle.
Now when I laugh, when I smile,
It’s polite, lacking reassurance
Missing the light heartened warmth
I went through my pictures today
And I realized I used to be happy.
I finally know what that glitter, that sparkle is.
.
.
.
It’s what’s missing from the mirror.
Request permission to use this poem