My Unseen Beauty

My only friend across the glass knows who I truly am. With no questions asked, she does as I do mimicking every dance, every glance. My own sympathetic twin shows me what I can’t see. Opening up her heart she cries and weeps; so I smile and she smiles with tears. My honest reminder tells me what I want to disappear. Covering my scars with clothes; she shout out all the beauty I don’t see as I direct my attention to the imperfection. My mirror reflection concerns herself for me. Her admiration doesn’t reach so she grieves in the shadows until I’m able to recognize myself.