In my reflection a stranger stares back
It’s not my face for its soul seems so black
A stranger who exists in a world so cold
And staring me down in a manner so bold
This person can’t be who I have become
This tortured soul who learned to be so numb
Joy seems drained and smiles are so few
Laughter is gone and sorrow seeps through
I watch in disbelief as this face starts to cry
Feeling the tears run down, my cheeks no longer dry
For this face reflected is my own
It is my own sorrow that is shown
jadedheart
Thoughts From A Jaded Heart 
November 15th, 2011 at 12:37 AM
Your writing is wonderful 🙂 you express things so well!
November 15th, 2011 at 7:09 AM
Thank you so much, I appreciate the encouragement 🙂
November 15th, 2011 at 1:03 AM
“This person can’t be who I have become
This tortured soul who learned to be so numb”
Oh how I see myself in your words. I think I went for a drive the other night and fairly screamed into the empty car for no reason at all other than the fact I felt like I had been abducted by someone else, and this is not me. It is a strange feeling to be surprised by your own face in the mirror. Beautifully haunting
November 15th, 2011 at 7:16 AM
Yes, our reflections can be haunting when our lives are turned upside down. I’m glad you enjoyed it.