visage

Reflections show they are

meant to see not me.

Instead a mask I create

to hide.

And me, not knowing I am

beneath the shallow visage

smiling back at me.

An image of someone I know not.

If perchance our paths meet

I should pass her by,

never knowing she’s me.

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