What do you see

Looking at the portrait of myself I try to decide the wall or shelf And as I wonder which will be Of what of me will people see You cannot trust a portrait For it is only a figure And eyes ask the mirror What others see and picture You can't run from emotions They are always there They look for disapproval And eyes that often stare Beauty has its place And vanity it’s pride Hiding from rejection Of what we may deny The difference between a portrait and a mirror Though times it may not seem The portrait is a pose, the mirror is a scene A portrait is a time gone past While the mirror is the thee The portrait tells it memories The mirror knows it leaves Frozen in time not dead But still alive The mirror fears The time that will arrive The portrait has escaped What silence deny While the mirror reminds Of sins near by Who am I to judge Things near by When silence covers The reason they cry The portrait it holds Secrets known above While down on earth A figure we love Strangers know not the difference So called friends know what occurred Only God can tell the difference When the eyes of many are blurred The portrait has no pity The mirror seeks love The past has no memory The present what comes from above