When i look in the mirror,
who do i see?
who is this brown-haired girl,
staring back at me?

Does she sit and watch happily,
while rain falls by?
or does she mope around,
until it's once more blue sky?

Does she like candy apples,
fresh from a nearby store?
or does she like fruits,
and munches on apples 'till she reaches their core?

Does she like brilliant colors,
red, greens, blues, and more?
or does she like dull ones,
found at a funeral store?

When i look in the mirror,
i see a girl with brown eyes and hair,
always filled with hope,
and always there to care.