Is that me?

Her reflection she sees
Skin coarse as a rock
Even the mirror can’t conceal
The scars of her life
The bubbly vivacious girl
Suddenly seems so dull
Innocence swapped
With the coat of veracity
A stranger stares
With protruding eyes
Few years she cried
All tears have dried
A mocking song
She hears in despair
A bed of rose couldn’t heal
The pain of thorns
A stranger she sees
And keeps wondering
“Is that me?”

Brochure of my life

In the brochure of my life I see
My sweetened dreams
Set as a crystal
My margarine heart
Melting in compassion
My salty tears
Dissolving in care
My frozen fears
Defrosting with hope

Yet I see
My own mirror
Reflecting a stranger….