I Ask of My Reflection

I stare at him for a while
With wet hands
I fix my hair
I try to make a casual smile
And while I judge
I see him stare

His eyes I've grown to know so well
They're warm and kind
They're hard and bright
What he sees he'll never tell
What I look like
If I'm all right

He stalks me like a silent shade
He's always there
I catch his gaze
And on his side, judgments are made
Good or bad
He always stays

And so I'd ask of my reflection
What has he seen
What does he know
From years of watching inverted vision
Did I get lost
Or did I grow

Comments

Longshot929

I just want to see myself more subjectively.

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