Questions Poem by Absent Wryta

I look at you, Looking at me
Your face,
Your lips, Your eyes
Your eyes they question me
They ask me many things
What is happening to you? Where did you go?
Are you happy? Are you glad?
Your eyes keep on asking
Your lips they never move
What do you think? Do you even feel?
One more, Please no more questions
Can you answer? What do you have to say?
The questions keep on coming
The answers never do
For it is Me in the mirror
The one questioning you