I stand and I look in the mirror...
Though I do not recognize who I see...
The light is dim, and the shadows lear...
I can only see a dark part of me.

I stare back as though I have seen a ghost...
As though it is him that is scared, not I.
And I can't look away, at those eyes that are mine...
No matter how hard I try.

I'm afraid to step away from the reflection...
I'm afaid I'll simply dissapear...
But I know that it's not my thoughts that I'm having...
I'm having the thoughts of the guy in the mirror...

He wonders, as much as I do sometimes...
Where do I go when I leave,
And although he so often wears the same face...
He doesn't understand why I grieve.

I don't understand, why he cries either...
his life couldn't be so bad.
Why, just the other day, when I looked in the same mirror,
I had the impression, that for a second, he was glad.

With Equescent thoughts...
FroznChild

Oh I know this reflection so well,, the Mirror can deceive us,, the who we want to be,, yet when we peek for just a bit,, We are remined of who we once were,, Well that is what I use to see in my Mirror,,,

Brilliant,,,

Lol... Perhaps we grew up with the same mirror?
LaMom... Thank you for responding. I'm happy that this poem was able to create a picture for you... and such a vivid one at that.
Have a good day, my friend.

Wow! You've a very impressive way with words.
Enough to make me quit lurking and start commenting!
This is the third one of yours I've read tonight, and all are wonderful!

Lol... wow, it's quite a compliment to be able to pull someone from the shadows.
Thank you, for being so compelled to leave a comment.
Welcome to the boards... hope to see a lot more of you, even if I have to keep writing to keep you responding.
Cmeasiam... a pleasure to meet you.