Often when we look at ourselves in the mirror, we are our own worst critiques. I've tried to write the relationship between ourselves and our mirrors and what we are really looking for sometimes.
This mirror doesn’t assess, nor does it judge. It will never critique nor hold a grudge. It will always be my glass of reflection Showing every curve and every rejection. This mirror stands still, always stands static. Staring back at me like I’m a fanatic That loves to preen, loves to prune, Loves to live in a mirrored cocoon. This mirror shows the lie I want to conceive That lets me approve my emotional leave And not the beauty like my identical twin. I pretend I’m ugly, I’m too fat or too thin. This mirror stands still, showing the inside of me. My insecurities that no one else can see. It’s my defiant shiny silver friendly opponent Reminding me I’m that huge monstrous rodent.
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