Who are you?

In this mirror you see someone you've seen too often.
Always slightly different and older.
This time, they have tears streaming down their face.
You know this person, their every move and thought.
Does everyone know this person too?
They only tell themselves they do.
You know in your heart and soul that they have no idea.
Who they see is who they believe.
So easily deceived, they think it's you.
So perfect and joyful.
It's the total opposite.
They can't read your thoughts, they haven't lived your life.
They don't know who you are.

---it's kind of missing a closing..i couldn't think of anything.

verynice, but in the begining, it confused me when you said "they" on third line.

That was great. I feel like that all the time. I'm living a lie...

damn this poem is good. seems real to me and sort of reflects what i feel

i like it