MIRRORED

MIRRORED Who you see in me is you Not who you’d prefer to be Perhaps obscure, less clear But as you really do appear To others, who look to see But eventually, to yourself And understand what’s true Over time, you may realise That a reflection is just that Reversed, at least left to right Turn, and you’re out of sight But it’s not as clear as all that Yet in that trick, an identity That only a few may recognise