I look out the window and what do I see?
I see a strange little girl staring right back at me.
She scrunches her nose and begins to pout
because she just cannot seem to figure me out.
I know we have seen one another before but where?
The girl looks so defeated it's completely unfair!
Her eyes look heavy; my heart is just torn
to see such a person so tired and worn.
Her hair is crazed, quite knotted and deflated.
I stare into her eyes to see her life is complicated.
She seems to never complain or ever ask why,
but she always gets hurt no matter how hard she tries.
I cannot stare any longer. I have to look away
before I say something that makes her have to pay.
Her eyes widen slowly and her heart begins to race
for she knows where she has seen my very familiar face.
I am neither a stranger nor could I ever really be
for the girl in the window is a simple reflection of me.