Wronged Reflections

such a lovely mirror

with such fine glass,

and a rigid reflection

that stares back.

when I stand in front of it

I see a pretty girl.

Her fiery red hair,

frames her face like a crown

and freckles dot her face like stars.

Oh, how beautiful is she.

But when I see the image in the mirror,

I don't recognize it.

because that lovely girl,

it couldn't be me.