I saw her today for the first time
She seemed like she had existed for quite a while
Her face always a smile, a laugh on her tongue
Her voice melodious, crafted like life without sorrow
Eyes bright and hopeful, always looking up
Skin that swallowed the dark with its promising glow
Sadness, troubles, fear did not touch her
I saw her in my mirror, mocking everything I was
She was the mask that I had painted,
The self that had consumed what I once was,
The perfect promise of future.
She was everything I would never be.