Well, she almost looks like me
but her eyes are for everyone to see.
They don’t burrow deep in shame,
on her tongue, she freely smiles our name.

You stole my own reflection
from me.
I can’t even reach to her to see.
Her boldly touching the hands of others,
instead of shivering in the shadow of lovers.

My true reflection is covered in gold
from cuts and burns I’ve been too scared to hold.
Her smile wavers the longer you stare.
But isn’t it beautiful that her smile is there?