Who is this girl I see?
Why don’t I know her?
I stand and stare.
She stares right back at me.
Behind her eyes I can see all the depression and despair
being held back by tears.
She looks so sad. Why is she sad?
Watching her,
her eyes are like open doors
revealing me to her core.
Her life is a blur.
Every moment brings a new rush of–
Emotions
thoughts
memories
ideas.
There’s no light in her eyes,
reflecting no sense of happiness.
Tears are falling.
Why is she just standing there?
Why is nobody helping her?
Can’t anyone see that she’s grieving?
I want to reach out and touch her,
comfort her.
But as my hand gets near,
all I feel is smooth, cold glass.
This girl I see–
This girl is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem