I look into the mirror,
I see the face of the past me,
and the face of the present me.
Past me looks at present me,
a strange look in her eye,
is it sadness?
is it disappointment?
is it shame?
Why does past me feel that,
way when she looks at me?
Did I let her down,
did I let myself down with the way,
I am living?
Is she disappointed in me,
because i am living a life,
that is suspended?
that I am not really living,
is that what it is?
I look into the mirror,
I see the face of the past me,
and the face of the present me.
Past me looks at present me,
a strange look in her eye,
I want to change it,
I want to fix it,
I just wish I knew how.