Two Faces


Mirror.
 


Fearfully I look into the mirror
Behind the dust tells my story
Do I want to continue looking

My father looks back short and stocky
My Mothers tallness and skinny physique
My Sister with her black hair and sparkling blue eyes

All I see is eyes full of hurt
Past piercing on my lobes, holes still showing
My face shape unbeknown to me

The blonde hair, my prized possession, 
A kind sweet smile just like my Nan,
I realise Genes affect me in every way

I keep looking trying to see what face appears
As I dim the lights I see two faces
Mine now and the face of my past.

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