Oh dear mirror must you show me the true things?
Can’t you once show me falsnesses among myself?
Can’t I once look at you in hopes of riches and diamond rings?
And not just see my poor background and bathroom shelf?
Do you have to show me my insecurities and weaknesses when I look upon your shiny display?
Will you ever show me what I would like to see?
Or through my eyes will you always show me my rot and decay?
No! I refuse to look into you!
No! I refuse to take orders from mere glass!
No! I refuse to think this is all that will come of this….
There has to me something different to my future than my present and past.
</3 Original poem by me.