Look in the Mirror

Look in the mirror, tell me what you see.

I see tired eyes. They want to close more often with happiness.
I see full eyebrows, soft and dark.
I see my skin peeling on my forehead.
A small mouth that chews on thoughts constantly.
Cheeks pink from being stretched into a smile.
An ear full of earring but empty enough to listen.
Lines peek from corners as maps from laughter.
I see me.