The Picture

saw a picture of myself standing with a smile
hardly knew it was me
the eyes were the same only not as sad
but the smile was something I haven’t seen

the picture looked at me with wonderment
fearing we were the same
and knowing that something in the real me
has drastically changed

dark circles of stress overshadow the glow
eclipsing the light in my eyes
dimming the gleam to just above dull
without ever affecting my sight

the glow in my eyes shines back at me
as I glance at the picture again
looking at who I use to be
much to my own chagrin

walking away with the picture of me
embossed within my head
hoping that only I see
a face that is washed in dread