~*Reflection*~

by me. 

My reflection...

Doesn't look like me.

I have changed.

Could that be me I see?

So much has happened. 

In so little time.

I have grown, I have imagined.

But not my reflection.

for I know that it's real.

It's warm, and clear, and bright.

Unlike this madding world I live in. 

This world of eternal night. 

The timing's kinda off, because I'm bad at rhyming poems, but I hope you liked it.