The Goblin and the Mirror

“Mirrors are liars” said a goblin, As he perched upon my neck, “What you see is in reverse, A deception disguised in two glass specks.” I scoffed at the goblin who pretends himself real, Did I do acid and not even know? For a fantasy upon my shoulders kneels, Revealing to me what I should show. Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Reveal to me the lie in my eyeball. “What you see is what you get,” It spat with furious phlegm, foul and wet. I scoffed at the mirror who pretends itself alive, What did I do to deserve such sights? No beauty in the Beast in my mind of hives, Stinging tensed shoulders and eyes without light. The goblin grinned at the glass made for reflection, And they each agreed in congratulatory glee, As I stood dumbstruck in confused introspection, At a fantasized creature and inanimate object celebrate the sorrow in me.