Who Is She? Poem by Mrs. Cynosure

Who is this girl?
Behind the mirror looking back at me.

Do I know, could I get to know,
Do I want to know her?

She looks like me.
My eyes, nose, ears, mouth,
But she doesn’t smile and,
My smile spreads for miles.

I know exactly what I want.
She could never know.

I am outgoing and hardly shy.
She wishes she could be like that but,
Is afraid to step out of her comfort zone,
Thinking someone will laugh.

I don’t care what others say.
She tends to care too much.

I am open you can ask me anything.
She is withdrawn, withheld, and hiding something.

I am a locked chest; you can tell me your darkest secrets,
And no one will ever know.
She is the one you can not trust, spilling out everything,
She is a girl without a filter.

I am strong, and won’t let you down.
She is weak and wont rise to a challenge.

I strive forward through life.
While she is standing still.

I ask myself once again,
Who is this person?
I don’t know.

But I can see her mistakes,
Her triumphs and,
Where she has grown as a person.
And then fallen.
I know everything about her,
Still I don’t know her.

She is like an old piece of bread,
Thrown away and forgotten about,
At the end of a long day.

She is everything I don’t want to be.
Hopefully, one day, I won’t be her again.