She looked in the glass and saw in her eyes
The facade of her life: a wall, a disguise.
Unable to name it but the glass doesn’t lie.
Instead she stared blankly, too weary to cry.
Traces of tears once shed dried where they flowed.
Oh weary soul! To whom can you go?

Looking behind is a face like her own:
sunshiny smile and blushing undertone,
Full of hopes and dreams, brimming with zeal,
No lines of suffering yet broke her ideals.
How much lies ahead! How much more to grow!
Oh blissful soul! Where did you go?

She hurt; she broke. She looked in the glass
hoping to see one thing—but she’s stuck in the past.
Her heart was beautiful; her face told another tale:
Reaching so high, lost her footing and failed.
Eyelashes droop hiding hot tears below.
Oh sad soul! How little you know!