Mirror Mirror
2-26-07

What if the mirror reflected who we are inside?
Instead of seeking out the glass, how many more would hide?
How many would see tearstained cheeks and gaze through bloodshot eyes?
How many would see fearful faces hiding mouths so full of lies?
How many more would turn their backs and never turn around,
‘Cause they just won’t believe the truth now that it’s finally found?
How many would deny it, say that it’s just deranged,
Compared to those who see the truth and know they have to change?
How many more would cling to their precious little lies,
Because the person in the mirror isn’t who they’d devised?
No matter what the surface, even those we think we know,
There’s always something hiding not so very far below.
Mirror, mirror, tell me, I cannot understand,
Who is that child crying in your reflection of a man?
Who is that bruised and bloodied babe who wails so faintly near?
And how many more cries are sounding, that we’re too afraid to hear?
Mirror, mirror, tell me why, she looks so happy, yet,
Your reflection shows a heart so broken it cannot seem to mend?
How can it be, these people all around me that I know,
Are hiding hurts they’re ashamed to show, ashamed to even own?
Mirror, mirror, tell no lie, I must know, if I can:
Am I among those trepid souls denying who I am?

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It was an image in my head first, and the poem came from that. The image didn't turn out well, but this did, if I may say so myself. Seriously though... if the mirror reflected who we really are, instead of just what we look like, how many ugly people would look beautiful and how many beautiful people would look ugly? Just a thought. (I'd probably look pretty mangled either way.)

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