And then I look in the mirror
and see myself standing there,
the girl with the broken smile.
You make me laugh while I’m crying
and you make me cry while I’m laughing.
Although I just know you,
you’re already a good friend.
You’re honest to me,
you tell me everything.
Even the things I can’t be honest about to myself.
You make me feel
like I can fight the world,
you make me feel
like the world fights me.
I look in the mirror, wondering if there has been an ‘us’
and if there ever will be.
*Barbara* 16-11-2005