Mirrored

Mon, 10/22/2018 - 17:43 -- breemk

I want to be more than what can be seen

When the double sides face me

And all that falls upon my eyes is my own image

At least what the glass shows

Some see me as one thing

While the other agrees with the reflection

The wretched glass that demonetizes me as those foes did

 

Tell me

Was it ever accurate at all?

Or was it another falsehood that was planted

Maybe neither are correct

For we all seem to see someone else

When our gaze turns towards the glass

And others see yet another

 

I don't know

Maybe it is me

Perhaps I am the other image

Somewhere out there who I really am is seen

 

Yet not one of us knows who that is

Which depiction is true

When not even we really understand

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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