The Mirror
Whenever I stand in front of the mirror,
I see a person smiling again and again clearer
This feeling of belongingness is strange,
When I find myself in the thoughts of others.
As if I am just a reflection of their dreams,
Or just a character of their memories
What I search for is my face
Whose shadow resides in my eyes
Many thoughts come, a stranger meets me every day,
But why can't I see what is truly there?
A familiar face smiles and walks away every day,
But the person standing in front of the mirror, why can't I see him there?
