I Looked In the Mirror

I looked in the mirror and saw this stranger. I've never seen her before and I wondered who she could be. This new girl who I don't know, this girl I've never seen.

When I smile she grins right back but her eyes always remain the same. It doesn't look like she feels anything at all, as if her heart has become so small. I try to touch her shoulder, to pat her and comfort her, tell her to let the shine in her eyes but she reaches out to me too.

I don't understand; does she want to feel my hand? What's happening to this mirror girl, in her own little world? I say, "Are you okay?" but she speaks at the same time and I stop so she can continue; so does she.

Mirror girl, are you okay in your world? Why does your face reflect what I feel inside? Please tell me why you wear your unhappiness on your face, why not put it in a secret place?

I pause, then hear a quiet whisper, "So we can be happy. I love you that's why I wear it on my face. Let people in, take a comfort from our secret sin."

Oh mirror girl, I'm happy I see you every day, I think as we smile at each other and wave good-bye. I can't lie and say you're a stranger, not at all.