I spoke to a puddle and it spoke back
"Why, puddle, do you distort my reflection so?"
"Well, darling human, didn't you know?
You were never meant to see your face clearly.
God didn't make glass but he made sun and sand!
Yes, you, darling human, are the key to your own misery.
You created the very thing you hate!
That hated piece of glass was not something God would create!
That lying, whispering, vain-creating smooth reflection
Is not truly you!
That is why I distort your reflection so.
Oh, darling human, didn't you know?"