I look in the mirror
What do I see?
Myself as I am?
Me as I appear?
The outer shell,
That contains nothing?
The inner core,
Shining out?
I look into your eyes.
What is there?
Muscle, tissue,
Chemical reactions?
The soul staring out
Through tinted panes?
Beauty pooling through
Yet, still contained?
Maybe it is but a farce
Faces may be just masks
Hiding our souls,
From us,
From them,
And those we love.
What would people think
If our souls lay unmasked
Or perhaps I should ask
What would we be?
Poem 59 ~ 12/14/2012