Reflections of a Mirror

Reflections of a Mirror You examine me as if I am an answer- As if I am the answer. You search the reflection Of your own eyes as if They can tell you more Than I already have- But the answer Is always the same As the question; I'm only repeating back What you've already Told me- I am only the echo Of your own Mirror image... You look at me and see Yourself; If you can't defeat The compulsion to call me A liar, then at least Fight against the impulse To break me under Your fist- I can not fix you Or myself, So try to resist the Urge to scream at me When I can't tell you What you want to know- Are you trying to Test some misguided Hypothesis that if you Show me Enough of your soul, I will crack into A reflection of Your heart?- Is that why you Let me see you When you are too Ashamed to lift Your face to meet The gaze of Anyone else? I have seen you On every sleepy morning That came to soon, And every Friday night That couldn't have Come soon enough... I have seen you On nights when You are lonely enough To look at me and Pretend that the face You see behind the glass Belongs to another Human being- I have seen Your tears falling thick Until the surface of My glass and your cheek Are like synchronized Window panes pondering Rainstorms, Every hesitant smile that you You have tried on for size, Before asking me What I think... But I am not an answer... Only a mirror.