Stranger in the mirror

Stranger in the mirror

I stand in front of a mirror.

I look in the mirror.
I look, I watch.

Who is that who looks back at me?
I don't recognise that person.

I don't recognise that face.

There is a stranger in the mirror.
A strange face is looking at me.

Those eyes, such a strange look.

A stranger is staring back at me.

For the first time in my life a really look.
I don't look at my body for a change.

I look at my face.

But is it my face, I look at?

There is a stranger in the mirror.
A strange face is looking at me.

Those eyes, such a strange look.

A stranger is staring back at me.

Why don't I recognise the face?
Is it because it is the first time I really see it?
In the morning I hardly look in the mirror.

In the evening I don't look at all.

On special occasions I look, but I hardly see.

There is a stranger in the mirror.
A strange face is looking at me.

Those eyes, such a strange look.

A stranger is staring back at me.

I have never looked in the mirror.
Really looked at my own face.

But why is the face I see, a face of a stranger?
Do I really look like that?
I don't like what I see.

Will I like what I see if I look every day?

There is a stranger in the mirror.
A strange face is looking at me.

Those eyes, such a strange look.

A stranger is staring back at me.