Familiar Stranger

I look into the mirror. I see a familiar stranger. Someone I once knew. Someone I once could understand. Her face has aged. Her mouth is rotted. Her hair once long, is all gone. Her lips no longer full, but thin. Her body has grown much too slim. What remains, are those eyes. Her baby blue's that never lie. There is sadness. There is pain. There is grief. Those eyes hold what was seen and what was lost. Those eyes hold a truth. The truth of evil. The truth of cruelty. The truth of people. She once lived contently. Minding her own. When one day she was persecuted. For worshiping a god of her own. Those eyes which once jumped around lively. Now stare dully off. Unable to react. Unable to move. For they saw the truth.