Seeing Me

 
As I look into my mirror
I wonder, what does she see
The woman in my mirror
Who is looking back at me
 
What does she see in my eyes
As she glares so strong at me
What does she see in my face
Is it even close to what I see
 
Can she see the stress
That I feel on the inside
Or does she see the mask I wear
That makes stress easy to hide
 
Does she see the love
That I feel for all those around
Or does that feeling show
Can it be seen or even found
 
Does she see my tears
Or do I hide that pretty well
Can she see my smile
And all the stories it can tell
 
When I look into my mirror
I see all that she can be
And then I smile and realize
I’m really just seeing me
 
 
2012© Sherri Whittaker
     ~spizod~