Not a Mirror Image

Looking in the mirror is confusing to me.

It flashes an image of someone I thought I knew.

Why can't  I  see what everyone  else sees?

A soft voice and an innocent smile-

The person I  wished to be, though seemed to never see.

Or is it that I  never saw me like I  needed to see?

I never pondered the things that were unseen-my strengths and abilities and talents inside.

Instead I looked in the mirror and held onto my flaws-the imperfections and blemishes

That stared back at me.

Time has passed me by and I now know what's important

To look past the image and deep inside the person

And see the hidden secrets that glare back in the mirror.

And now I do know it's not what you see that counts the most

it's what this girl sees looking back in the mirror.