The Stranger in Me
The reflection in the mirror belongs to someone I don't know,
How the eyes linger with sadness,
When the smile fades away to tears.
Where laughter is never heard by anyone,
The hair as red as a flame fades to a dull brown,
O, how does the stranger looks like me?
A side of that is still unknown,
The side I hide from the world,
Only one side that I am never allowed to see.
Who is this stranger looking back at me?
Only the reflection is different,
A glow and smile are on her.
Perhaps maybe the answer to that question,
Is that is no stranger at all,
It is just me.