I see her eyes fill with sorrow and dissatisfaction,

I see her hands roving; yearning to hide what is there,

I see her mind drift into a life of fiction,

That if she changes what she sees, her life won't feel so bare.

She stands aloof with her head looking down,

Her hair - shiny and long - covers her face,

She hides her face, which lacks luster and frowns,

She didn't realize that she took so much space.

I see she lacks confidence - it's replaced with pain,

I see sorrow so clearly, like a weeping willow tree,

I see her tears falling, cascading like rain,

I see myself, looking back at me.