Girl in me

I look at the mirror,
Reach for a wet cloth,
I clean it with vigor;
It seems like a black spot.
I bent a little closer,
And strain my eyes to see,
I step back in horror;
It is not the mirror but me.

It is hitting me hard now,
To see a passing phase.
The charm that I once wore,
Has now been replaced.
I see fine lines on my face,
That makes me look demure;
From within I feel like a girl,
Wearing a mask that is mature.