A Stranger to Me

I peered into the clouded mirror
to find a stranger staring back.
Her eyes were glassing over.
Her hair was messy from self attacks.

Her complexion was far too pale,
besides the bags beneath her eyes.
She remained in her wrinkled night clothes,
for waking was what she despised.

A smile came to her face,
and to me it looked quite real.
Though when her tears came crashing down,
they washed away her shields.