Do you ever look in the mirror,
and not quite recognize the person staring back?
Like some sort of Mulan inspiration,
you feel like your face doesn’t represent what’s inside?
A stranger you don’t know,
a person you’ve never met.
Its in moments of weakness that you turn away from this gaze,
Its in moments of strength that you acknowledge this foreign face.
Sometimes what’s reflected back at us,
isn’t who we are.
Sometimes what’s mirrored,
is more actual than we thought.
Do you ever look in the mirror–
and recognize the person staring back?