Standing right in front of the mirror

I have to wonder what I'm doing here

Turning at all angles, I'm working to see

Everything

I’m completely bored

With what’s been done before.

Don’t expect me to hate,

Don’t expect me to snore.

A look at myself

I remember that face

Young and lively

No lines from worry

No scars from life

I remember that person

What strange things  I see when we look into a mirror.

That person is not me but, someone that has stolen

Myself

I am shy by my own admission

Writing is my real passion