I see these faint scars on my arms.
I see these faded memories in my mind.
I brush back my long hair with my hand.
I hold back these painful emotions with my heart.
I put on my clothes for the day.
I hide behind my mask for the day.
I look into this mirror.
I look into this stranger's eyes.
I close my eyes.
I close out everyone.
I become me.
I become someone I don't know.
Why?
What for?
Peter Vector
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflection-128/
