When I am not looking for you,

You are there.

You could write my life story,

You know me so well.

You grow old with me, with every passing day.

 

You bare the same scars as I do,

I go right you go left.

We look in eachothers eyes,

But I am searching for answers to what my life will hold for me.

You never talk to me,

But I talk to you.

 

I can't stand you looking at me sometimes,

You follow me everywhere.

You have your good looking days and your bad looking days.

I can honestly say I don't enjoy looking at you,

But you are me.

Forever my reflection.

 

By Elizabeth.