Mirrors

When you look at me
What do you see?
A girl with frizzy hair
The color of mud?
Or green eyes
Olive as the ocean
Sitting atop
Chipmunk cheeks?
Or is it an awkward frame
So small but still stumbling
Fitting in small spaces
As easily as water?
Or is it a mouth
Spilling words too quickly
Turned upwards always
Even when things are not well?

Well
You are wrong
Because what I see
When I peer bleary eyed
Into the mirror that is
Myself
Is a girl full of color
With a head packed with
Stories of a foreign kind
A girl that whispers magic
To herself when she feels
Like crying
A girl who dances in her sleep
Flickering between pages
Of a well known book
That is her mind
A girl who dives
Headlong and careless
Into the dangerous waters
That are her future
Who itches for more
More of everything
With a passion unheard of
In a dull empty world

So
When you look
At me
What
Do
You
See?

**Ash**