Who is that person,
that keeps staring at me,
whenever I go to look,
in a mirror?
I don't know her,
for who she's become,
I only know her,
for who she was.
She was so kind,
and thoughtful before,
but now she hides,
within the deeps shadows.
She's not who I thought,
she would become,
if anything she's,
the exact opposite.
She has thoughts,
and does things,
that she knows she shouldn't.
But it seems as though,
she really doesn't care,
about me who just stands,
seeing all she's done.
She doesn't care,
that's really it,
she has not a,
care in the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Impregnated with introspection. A beautiful reflective poem!