Stranger in the Mirror

I try to recognise the face in the mirror. Trying hard to see past the hard, deep lines and sunken eyes. Grey hairs of subdued anxiety, fill the once lush black and a willowy mane. Black circles around the once clear, bright eyes. Lips forever drooping down, dropping to a Deep gloom. I am trying to look hard and see, whether there is any glimmer of hope of seeing the once handsome face again? Will i able to see the sunshine In his eyes again, a smile on his lips again? I guess i am looking at the face of a stranger. A stranger betrayed by me.