Looking into the mirror,
few will see me as I am.
Few could understand - or want to understand,
who I really am.
They see the shy quite girl,
concentrating on my tasks,
who rarely talks,
or looks like she should be left alone.
That's not to say I deny it a part of me.
Who you see is a true part of me - not an act to be put on display,
But the face reflected in the mirror ...
Is someone few would want to meet.
She talks too much,
asks too many deep questions,
and will continue to question the universe and past throughout the late hours of the night - my thinking time.
I laugh over the slightest of things,
sings loudly and terribly to music.
My reflection shows a contradicting side of myself,
someone who I'm terrified will frighten everyone away.
In this fading world,
everyone will disappear from my side.
Or so I used to fear.
The echoes of my mind scream things that could drive anyone to insanity.
I'm not good enough,
I deserve to be alone,
I'm a terrible person.
The list continues.
The never ending stream building into a void within my thoughts.
That is my reflection.