Self-Reflections

Brushing silken strands of hair that brush against my back,

Clear green eyes gaze back at me in pale surprise.

A mystery behind the glass.

Or is the mystery before it?

Smiling red lips smirking playfully, taunting my confusion.

A cynically arched eyebrow believes in disbelief.

Color, life, lines, shapes.

Me.

Cute?

No.

Pretty?

Maybe.

Lovely

Lady.

Not quite ready.

Humble?

Silly.

Silly?

Daily.

Eager?

Maybe.

Not quite ready.

Happy?

Mostly.

Angry?

Rarely.

Backwards?

Maybe.

Not quite ready.