Who is this face in the mirror I see?
That pair of eyes staring back at me?
I see a child like wonder there.
One so young, innocent, and naive.
On second glance see,
sadness and pain beyond the years.
A dull pain that will not go away.
A longing.
A burning.
A yearning.
The object is unknown.
With each bat of the lash,
I see a new face inside the eyes.
A different side of the person.
A different reflection of the mind.
The pain.
The love.
The sadness.
The joy, hidden inside.
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