What do people see when they look at me
I know the worst critic I face is oneself
But there must be something that others see
They keep me from putting myself on a shelf.
I look in the mirror and see how I’ve aged
Those character highlights were all earned
From the paths I have taken, right or wrong
To the bridges I have crossed, some burned.
I see in the mirror hopes of what might be
Not always what I expected, but still there
Mistakes I have made and people I believed
And I see bits of gray un-pulled-out hair.
On thing about the mirror that I have learned
The reflection you see is what others see
They can’t see inside or feel what they inspire
But I know that whatever is to be, will be.