Is It you that I see in the end of the hall?

Why can't I recognize, and see who you are?
Your hair is so tangeld, your clothing a mess.
If you been running, it must have been far.
As I'm getting closer, I can see your distress.
Nervous and trembling, I am not too impressed.

The closer i get, ofcourse, more I can see.
Sorrows and sadness and anxiety,
Flickering eyes and a cute narrow nose.
Insecure posture and the cheeks of rose.

I can not recognize, and see who you are.
Though my walk in the hall, it felt pretty far.
Touching your hand, look in to your eyes.
all of a sudden I realize.
The girl that I saw at the end of the hall,
Simply it was, a mirror hanging on the wall.