I look into the mirror and what do I see??
There is this stranger looking back at me...
I stand here and look for hours trying to find...
The beauty that others tell me is mine..
But it doesn't seem to matter how long I stare...
I just can't seem to find it anywhere...

Instead I see everything that I try to hide...
There is this haunted look I see in my eyes...
I see more than I ever wanted to see...
I see through to my soul, I see the real me..
Beautiful is not the way that I  feel...
How can they think what they see is real?

I'm not the one I appear to be,
The person on the outside is not me...
I'm the one that hides with fear..
That few people see or ever get near..
I hide behind these walls, I hide who I am..
While I try to pretend I don't give a damn..

05/12/97

By Emerald