O what can they reveal
That I don't already know?
Solemnly they speak the truth
Unbiased honesty, cruel to a T
For some,
and worthy praise for those
Deserving
So what is it that I see?
Cold eyes, hidden behind
Heavy brows, red scars
Slowly healed
Strength, in posture
and mind, to a fault
Look how proud this one stands
Not aloof, but seemingly apart
Not different but estranged
Calm and collected
Mindful and Wise
Powerful and Loyal
But as I gaze the mirror
Is broken, or is it me?
Who am I to decide what the mirror
Will reveal?
I prefer it this way, shattered
Dangerous to the touch
Red blood will flow if you dare
To deny what is given
But just as great the tears
That carve labyrinthine across
Unwilling flesh
As the mirror reveals
No paragon
No stoic defender
No impregnable armour
But only a man
Who is as broken
Twisted
and Afraid as everyone else.