Face In The Mirror

When I look inside a mirror,
I see a stranger in my place
A sight I can barely stand to see,
A creature with a horrid face

The years have not been kind to him.
His body is riddled with scars
A face that bears a look of pain
Like a prisoner trapped behind bars

Why can't this man glaring at me,
Resemble how I truly feel?
But with this intrusion, a new question arises...
Which one of us is really real?

Am I the one whose reflection is plagued?
Or is what I really see the truth?
Could this beast actually be me?
Was I just making an excuse?

It seems that I've been wrong all along
Physical beauty shouldn't have been my goal
For my reflection is proof enough
True beauty lies within the soul.

©Copyright/ Alex Colón