Reflection

I see a strong girl standing before me
A slight scowl on her face
Cold demeaning eyes
Dressed in black
Revealing little of her skin
Modest maybe
Her short blonde hair is straight
Sweeping bangs across her forehead
She looks so strong so in control
She looks like she's got her life together
A few moments after studying her
Recognition speads throughout her face
She is my reflection
But we are not the same
I am not strong
I am lost, looking for guidance
Afraid of finding it though
My eyes appearing cold and distant
Have cried so many rivers I can not believe they look that way
I am not covered up in modesty
I am covered up mockingly
Mocking me
The scowl that is trademark on my face
Tells truth
Telling others I don't want to know them
Trying to warn them off
Freeing them from the curse that is me
That strong girl in front of me is a hypocrite
Acting as if she doesn't cry at the little things
Covering up her inner turmoil
For a second I respect her,
But then I remember, it is me