She Isn't Me

How I believe we all feel at times, specifically when we look in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror,

She isn't me.

And when I look at her

I see what the rest of the world sees

But my eyes look back into mine,

And I see the confusion and fear.

My heart begins to pine,

And escapes one lonely, desperate tear.

I wonder who she is,

The girl who took my name.

I wonder who she is,

And why I have to play her games.

Author's Note

I'm not quite sure it's finished, I've got this feeling that there's more to it...it's just hideing from me at the moment. Anyways, I hope you like it, and that you can relate and I've inturpreted the long-used term "I'm not the person in the mirror." PLEASE tear me down, nitpicking is highly encouraged!
Love,
CreativeCookie

Reviews

[the raven's scream]

I like this poem very much, even though you're not done yet it seems to be finished...But I get your point :) Especially I like the last lines:
''I wonder who she is,
The girl who took my name.
I wonder who she is,
And why I have to play her games.''
Nice :)

[Mary Christabel George]

It is for sure that many can relate to "She isn't me".
It is also true that there is more to it.
I wish it could be little more long.
But as you said it is still hiding.
I wish you elaborate more soon.

[Bailey B.]

Love it!

[Acer]

Emotional corruption ;-')

[The Invisible Girl]

Wow!!! This is really good! I love the emotion! Keep it up!! 100/100