Mirror Minds

The mirror knows. It shows More than you’ll allow it More th?n you’ll admit. The music stops The heart – it drops. At least, while you are dancing You’ve got no time to see. You’re gazing in the distance, Avoidant of reflections. You catch a glimpse And look away, It hurts to wonder Should you stay. But now it’s over, You look into your eyes all sober. Stare well at your reflection, It’s staring at your soul. The doubt is like infection And burning like a coal. The mirror speaks Its spiteful spell Of worry, hate and hell. It crawls under the skin A sentence saying “You won’t win.” The mirror smiles With evil knowledge, It knows your mind as well as image. “You look grotesque, Absurd And silly. Give up right now. I won’t be eerie. You won’t be good, Or graceful, Or whatever, So better You stop now and for forever. One may admire you, The others just feel pity: “The unaccomplished dancer Who’s trying to be pretty.” Your future won’t be dancer’s (Oh, hers? She posted a short clip? Well, It was the circumstances.) So don’t you even bother Go home and listen to your father.” You stare and listen, The mirror gleams And as you are about to scream A thought just comes to glisten. The thought of getting up And starting over, Of pushing through And getting stronger. The thought of learning Not to car, To stand behind The time you spare. A spotlight flashes And the music starts. You tell yourself “Be kind, Because the mirror is your mind.”