The Stranger In Me

There's a stranger in the mirror staring back at me.

Who is this woman? Why won't she leave me be?

Although we bare resemblances, that I can't deny,

Our differences are profound, like the sadness in her eyes.

Me! I am happy. I smile and laugh and play.

Her, her soul is dying a little more each day.

Friends! I have plenty. A social butterfly am I.

She just wants left alone, where no one can see her cry.

I am very vocal, talking to everyone around.

She keeps her words inside her, afraid to make a sound.

I am nothing like this stranger I see inside the mirrors.

So why do I hear her screams and feel the sting of her tears?

By Simple Sue

From: United States