Mirror me

Written for pretty as a picture contest.

Haunted features
Look down on me;
Blackened veils gaze,
On through me
Do they know,
What troubles me?

The pretty girl
Masquerades mirroring
What they think of me.
But the haunting,
Will not be mine
It is theirs
For mistaking me.


Contest Link: http://www.writing.com/main/forums/item_id/1202260#sw