Ode To The Looking Glass

Mirror, mirror, you deceptive whore;

Recreating my superficial outer mask.

Reproducing the façade and nothing more.

Capturing surfaces is your only task.

Judge me not, you shiny veneer.

I stand gazing, drawn in by your magic.

My image can bring a smile or tear.

Focusing on this mimicry is tragic.

Yet, you reflect what others perceive.

And I have become magically entranced,

At my echo so real, it deceives,

And my ego feels a need to enhance.

Forgetting the mirror reflects the surface,

Which is nothing more than a placard.

For the mask we present in service.

To a world that judges too hard.

So, mirror, you beautiful looking glass,

I implore you to cast a brighter view,

And give me a better chance to walk past,

Without being seduced by what isn’t true.