Why does this person have my face,
who crys all the nighttime?
Why does that same person smile in the day to
keep her tears inside?
Why do my 'look alike' hurt so bad,
why does pain get to her but, it never crossed my path?
Aren't we the same with different looks on the world.
We are both teenagers but she has the worries of a grown
woman and I am stress free like alittle girl.
When will we ever go in the same direction, I
guess that's just in the mirror of the Teenage Reflection.
Brittany Hill
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/teenage-reflection/
