The Mirror

It amuses me what i see in the mirror,

I see myself everyday,

today is different, today is special,

I can see myself in a different way.

The world is topsy turvy,

My surroundings are a little strange,

I see it as the world around me,

but the outlook has changed.

My mirror reflects me,

but i dont see how or why,

Its the opposite of what i tel myself,

the denial that gets me to sleep at night.

The mirror is telling me about me,

I understand myself a little now,

I proved to myself i can be what i am,

but you cant fool the mirror throughout.

It reflects to you who you really are,

it reflects the truth out loud,

It has no inhibitions to tell,

after all its all you are.

Just a small change in perspective,

and it throws you off balance,

a crack a blemish or just a curve,

and your view of you changes.

The mirror is a great and terrible thing,

You may understand yourself better,

and you may choose to be amused and laugh,

but this time the mirror reflects your horror.

Horror at what you are,

and the anguish at what you have become,

This is not what you want,

But what the mirror reflects will still be.

You stop laughing,

you stare and stare and cry,

The mirror is still a harsh truth,

its the self image of you that must die.

You try and look away..

You try and break it and be free,

but you cant break it or look away,

Because the reflection is after all just me.