I look away 
but not before stealing a glimpse
of the reflection staring back 
Sad brown eyes
full of pain and sorrow 
lies of yesterday 
and worries of tomorrow
unanswered questions prancer
in my head
like ballerina dancers
pirouetting in never ending circles
who I was then 
and who I am now
at one point 
young and naive 
so quick to believe 
and so easy to deceive
falling for everything 
and yet now
everything is falling
a part of then 
still lingers within
and mingles with 
what has become
and no one knows 
what it really is
things aren't always 
what they seem to be
too caught up to really see 
the turmoil inside of me. 


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