I look into the mirror everyday
And stare at the person that
Looks back at me,
And wonder who it is that is reflected.
Sometimes, he would frown at me
At other times, he is unsure
Turning left and then right
And I wonder what he thinks of himself.
I wave at him sometimes,
His face lights up and he smiles
His eyes sparkle and the creases
Around his eyes make him gorgeous.
I stand daily in front of the mirror
And I wonder
What he thinks of me
As his eyes level on mine.
Does he see the amazing guy
Others say that I am?
Or does he see the struggles and fears
The insecurities and tears?
What does he think of my failings
Too numerous to count,
And my imperfections?
That look, is it disdain perhaps?
Sometimes he sighs
His eyes weary and tired
Sometimes, there is a hint of
Disapproval and reprimand.
Some days, he surprises me,
When I least expect,
Cheering me on with eyes
That say “you have hope”.