I look in the mirror
And a face I do see,
A face that surely cannot belong to me.
Yes the face is the same shape,
Just as the mouth, eyes, and nose.
The skin is just as pale
With freckles sprinkled everywhere
Especially across the ever so slightly rosy cheeks.
The lips are as chapped as mine
And with eyebrows that are surprisingly fine.
The hair's the same as well,
A color that could come across as an light auburn
Slightly past my shoulders and mostly straight.
Yes, those are all the same,
The mirror image and me,
But eyes-
No, those eyes can't possibly be mine.
They're much too deep
More than mine have any right to be
In that mix of a pool of blues and greens.
They look so much older
Than my own twenty years
And looked as if they had cried
Many, many tears.
They're intense, taking in everything
Seemingly staring right into their own (my?) soul.
The shadows try to hide the pain
My heart and body feel
Not completely successful,
But a good job overall.
They're guarded with suspicion-
Is this really me?
And I am unsure
If I want it to be.
Beauty is not the problem
She's pretty enough
Again it's the eyes
They show what I didn't even know what's inside.