to myself

She looks in the mirror

she sees herself but its not her, at all

she sees her nose her eyes,

which are sometimes more green than brown,

and her lips and that one freckle she's grown to accept

but that's not all there is

she doesn't see her mark 

the contagious laugh the witty remarks

the strong personality

the old soul

she's not as simple as the reflection

shes the moon and the sun

shining in times of darkness 

she can't see it 

the point is no one sees things the same

and if i asked you to name all the things 

that bring a smile to your face

how long would it take for your lips to say

yourself