Reflection
Location
She stares at me.
Unblinking, judging.
She knows me more
Than anybody else.
Yet, she doesn't understand
Who I am.
Who am I?
She says imperfect.
Short.
Scarred.
Hot-headed.
Overly passionate.
She says I'm many things,
Not all of them good.
But she doesn't know.
She doesn't know me.
She doesn't know me.
Beneath this skin,
I have a soul
That cannot be reflected
For the world to see.
She knows not one
Of all of my thoughts
She knows not half
Of how I feel.
She can not believe
She can not judge
She can not know,
From my reflection.