The girl in the mirror

Can it really be me
staring into the glass
my hazel eyes
torturous past

do i wish it were my face
cut up over there
tears streaming down
the pain of each care

i reach for her face
but then grasp the pane
wipe her worries away
not quite the same...

do i really imagine
the glass cracks every day
beneath the fragments and shards
i there in blood lay

it came to me one day
that girl may not be me
your friend and your neighbour
is not who i see

*Gabriella Anderson*