The Mirror Of Time

The child i see,
Before me,
Is familiar, yet not.
She has been crying a lot,
I wipe a tissue across her cheeks.
She looks at me as though I'm a freak.
Yet I'm compelled to carry on.

The child i see,
Before me.
Has blood stained arms,
It looks as though it was caused by self harm.
I carefully clean and bandage it up so it won't get infected,
To me this child has been seriously neglected.
It's up to me to take care of her.

The child i see,
Before me.
Is cradling badly bruised ribs,
I don't ask her how? i know she'll just fib.
She covers them with baggy clothing,
As though they are nothing.
What must she be thinking?

The person i see,
Before me
Is not the lonely child, but is me.
Her routine, still the same,
ritual, as though a game.
The mirror is my worst enemy,
Does that mean I'm my own worst enemy?

I would really appreciate your comments, i am not completely Happy with this one yet, i still think theirs room for improvement, would love to know what you think. x