I am a mirror. I show myself Things That couldn't possibly be true. I point out all my imperfections, And succumb to worrying about What's on the outside, Even though, it's what on the inside, that counts.
I am a mirror. I can be clear, But over time, Like an antique I've become dusty, cracked, Gripping just barely To the frame The cracks are not always visible on the surface But over time They add up Until the glass *Shatters.