Evelyne Poetry

The girl in the mirror

A stranger
A stranger without a name
I stair at the girl in the mirror
I’m figuring out about who she is
A stranger without a clue
The girl in the mirror is worthless
No value, No sense of direction
Just a girl in the mirror
the stranger look back at me
Do what I do but their still something missing
I’m missing the best part of all who is that girl in the mirror?
is she is me or a total stranger that look like me?
The girl in the mirror is who I am it is who I want to be.

By: Martine Evelyne Duverger