Confusing Images Poem by lauren bowersock

Who belongs to the face that I see there;
Whose glance is mournful and bewildered?
The pale ashen face is staring at me.
The sad eyes linger for eternity,
Yet they cannot reach their destination.
My heart goes out to this destitute soul;
Tears waver in thin streams down my smooth cheeks.
How can it look so familiar, yet not?
It’s a perplexing thought to consider.
Their tears run systematically with mine,
Yet the features are withered and damaged.
And changed, so very changed are the features.
Then, suddenly, I realize it is me.
I am looking into a broken mirror,
But the mirror isn’t the only thing broken.