M I R R O R

I love the mirror
It shows me what I am
What I look like
It reflects exactly what it sees
My scars, my pain, my aches...
My marks, roughness
My own eyes staring back at me
I watch my tears flow down my cheek
I see my tongue taste it
Salty in it's own bitterness

I hate what it shows me
I like to think this is my greatest weakness
Can I accept
That the mirror doesn't truly lie?
That it shows me what I really am?
Or can I just blink it away
Assume it was never there?
Am scared that if I look away
I become oblivious to who I am

So I love the mirror
It doesn't flinch or crack
I like that it can't hear me
It just tells me who I am
Makes me understand how they see me
Bitter truth sometimes...I must say
I accept what it says
I nod and believe
...It's just the mirror