When the jealous mirror has eyes,
Reflections become more than guise,
It gazes deep into the soul's abyss,
Unmasking the truth, a tale amiss.

Its eyes, like sapphires, cold and bright,
Expose the layers hidden from sight,
In its silver depths, secrets reside,
As the jealous mirror becomes our guide.

It reflects the doubts that silently creep in,
And the scars that within us keep,
With every glance, it seeks to unveil,
The stories that our faces might entail.

When the jealous mirror has eyes that see,
It perceives beyond the surface, wild and free,
It reveals the hopes that ignite the heart,
And the fears that tear our dreams apart.

With honesty's touch, it shows what's true,
The battles we fight, the skies so blue,
The jealous mirror, a friend and foe,
It mirrors our journey, highs and lows.

When the jealous mirror has eyes that gleam,
It captures more than what might seem,
In its gaze, we confront what's real,
As it reflects the emotions that we conceal.

So let the jealous mirror bear witness with grace,
To the myriad expressions on life's face,
In its eyes, find a mirror of the soul,
Reflecting the fragments that make us whole.