Mirror myself

I stand in front of my mirror,

Staring at the person I once knew,

I wish my faded dream were clearer,

And thought I could start anew,

The person who stares back at me,

No longer does she exist,

My image is clear as could be,

My future is uncertain,

Not even I could foresee,

I am no longer sure of whom I am,

This image in front of me is nothing but a mystery,

My whole life is a scam,

And my past is history.

 

Reviews

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thanks for entering this in my little competition. It wouldn't be fair to comment now but I will after the contest has ended.
regards. Clive