These are our severest critics.
They look at us as few eyes do –
blunt, merciless, mocking.
And yet we view them like
true friends, confidants, advisors,
trusting their appraisal as just
and fair and thorough,
as if they knew us infinitely better
than we would dare to know ourselves.
And then one day as if we took
no note of passing time we feel
the gaze too fiercely, too cutting,
the truth too harsh, the light too revealing.
Suspicion, doubt, distrust set in.
We turn away shaken, betrayed.
Finally, to compensate for what we see
as lies, we take refuge in self-delusion,
that last haven of the desperate heart,
and pretend that every mirror has
conveniently gone blind.