Made Of Glass.

                       Made Of glass

  Made of glass..they see not me,
  They look through me...Am not there you see,
  Never been never will be.
  As I look through my glass I see not me,
  But a fragmentation of me, not what I use to.
  But broken, broken me
  But as I look into my eyes the retroflexion that I see
  No, it can't be me, but some stranger staring back at me!
  With my fingers I touch my mirrored glass, it's not me that I touch,
  My mind screaming out what have they done with me.
  Cause the image, I see It can not be me.
  Life's chewed me up and spat me out,
  Leaving me the illusion that I see, an image I recognise not,
  What I was what I'll be.
  This image sadly staring at me.
  The laughing eyes that once held such promise,
  The mouth, the lips that I see, once held to kiss, kissing me.
  The reflection in my glass that see, tears spilling out of me,
  Excepting not the image that I see, like it not the changes in me.
  Is it all an illusion what I see, am I here am I!
  Where have you gone,
  ET TU.. says I looking into my mirrored glass, deserting me.
  Where have my yesterday's gone, taken away from me
  My mind refusing to give up, growing up I'll not
  Growing up!! 
  I'll say go away let me be.
  Leaving me with the illusion.
  Looking into, my glass I see imperfection, not as I used to be.
  But the twinkle in my eyes at times imperfections does not see
  But this soul that loves to laugh sing dance at every change,
  And kiss given half a chance
  Best not to chance and glance In the glass
  The mirror's in my eyes Y
  You'll never know what you'll see
  Seeing my soul within me.

                 
                                          By Connie James.