Reflections
I look into
the mirror
and what do I see?
I see strange eyes,
looking back at me.
Over the years
I have changed,
the reflection sees
a totally different person,
eyes are the window,
to a person's soul.
My soul hasn't changed,
but my attitude has.
Why do I feel
the way I do?
I don't know,
I see myself
in a different light.
The things I feel
aren't right,
people tend to
get to me more,
than they used to.
What does your
rerflection,
say about you?
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.8/2004
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