Mirror, mirror
on the wall.
You show me
too much skin
too many flaws.

Naked.
Inside and out.
(all out)
Exposed.
Good and bad.
(all bad)
Revealed.
Triumphs and defeats.
(all defeats)

I want to cover up.
Wrap myself in strength,
In light.
Crack open the shutters,
the sun cascades onto me
Illuminates my pigments.
And in this moment,
this moment of bliss,
I feel
beautiful,
infinite.
Why can't everything be this perfect?

Then,
the moment ends.
Back to reality
back to being ugly,
fleeting.
I stare intently at you, mirror.
Maybe my lifeless eyes will burn a hole
right through you.
Right back through me.


"Who am I?"

I ask you, reflection,
like you will respond with something
unpredictable.








"You are a thing of beauty"



















Mirror, who took you to be a liar?