She stepped closer to the mirror
and her image became more clear
tears filled her eyes
as she starred in disbelief.
falling to her knees
crying out loud in her grief,
She placed her hands upon the glass
as she yelled "what gives you the right"!
"thats all I ask",
"to hide my face behind this mask".
what power do you have?
That allows you to remain untouched by time?
and forces me to accept a reflection
that is from your perception, not mine.
you don't know the real me,
your only showing a face with history.
those memories are mine alone.
A past that I keep,
behind the glass.

~~ by