Which is her? Which is me?
A mirror image for all to see
One is perfect, no thoughts or fears
The other is used to shedding tears
One has never had heartache or pain
The other waits for hurt to gain.
One a reflection of what I do
no consequences; it's nothing new
But when I leave, where does she go?
Does she have a home? Does she know?
What if I'm just a reflection of her?
It makes me all so scared and unsure
When she leaves the mirror; is that why I leave?
Which is her and which is me?
Does she control me or do I control her?
Does she call me with her allure?
Two reflections; neither real
Both an image easy to steal
Both made up for all to see-
Which is her?
Which is me?


Comments: 13
Thank you, William!
Terry- almost as interesting as that snowball on your head, LOL!
Marielle- I'm glad you like them! I've always dreamed of having them in a book, but having them on gather for other people to read is almost as good.