Lie

I've seen her every day
But she doesn't really know me at all.
I'm sure she'd think me crazy
If I asked her to have a talk.
When we meet, she only stares back-
Just as confused as me.
I can only imagine how she feels
Or who she would rather see.
I'll bet she has questions-
So many things she doesn't know,
Like what am I hiding behind my frown
And what my guarded eyes are afraid to show.
Standing next to her,
I feel somewhat strange.
She looks so much like me,
But as some point, I underwent a change.
Does she even see it?
Does he wonder what happened to me?
I doubt she gives a second thought-
Her days being mostly carefree.
Wouldn't it be nice if our only problems
Consisted of what we were going to wear,
How it looked on us,
And what we were doing to our hair?
Beside my reflection,
I know she tells me a lie.
She tries to tell me I look fine
And that everything is alright.
No, she doesn't take the time-
She doesn't look to comprehend.
Just a quick check out the mirror
And she's off again. 

Lisa Rodenberry
2005