DTP Part 74

The Mirror
Written on: February 9, 2004 (age seventeen)

Sturdy, yet fragile I stand
In millions of places around the world
Reflecting what you wish to see
Whether it be a mask
One you put on everyday
To hide when you face the world
Or maybe it is you
Standing there
Wishing to be someone
You're not
Scare you may be
To face the world
As your true self
Only wishing to change yourself

Sometimes I stand dormant
In your room
Watching as time passes by
With just a glimpse that you give me
As you pretend not to care
The silvery pools of my glass
Showing only what you don't want to see
Now I stand here
Aging and growing brittle
Watching you grow
From babe to adult
You're married now
With children of your own
Yet as you look into the glass
I reflect back to you a girl
Small and naive
With bows in your hair