You wear my blemishes
you own my flourishes
you bear my pains
you clear my stains
Why do you let me reflect?

Smiling at a whim
speaking to yourself,
shining light within,
sowing happiness around.
Why do you show me what’s real?

Reflection is realization,
realization is beyond imagination,
imagination is always in the presentation, yet
being present now is the true gratification.
Why do you make me think about what’s true?

Oh, mirror - you are not only a reflection
you are a true revelation.
I want to be the person on the mirror.
So, show me how!