Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Reflection of glass
Illuminate my face to see
My future
My life
All that I am
Is all that I never wanted to be

Imperfect, flawed, weak
I see my picture burning
Not but me, my mistakes are all you see
Beauty is what they seek

Why does this glass
Show what I'm not so clearly?
What am I truly?
Is the outside all we should see?
Is my appearance all that's me?

Judgmental, one-sided
Reality so harsh
But is this really real?
Glowing beauty?
Our fate already sealed?

Not that it matters yet my soul is clean
All your masks suffocate me
Perfection is all that is seen
Mirrors, taunting will shatter

Close-minded mirrors fall to the ground
Sunlight breaks the dark
Barring souls to be found
The Light revels hope

Once blinded eyes see real souls
The beauty they wanted
Far off, unreachable
Yet why would we want it?
Perfection is haunted

Real beauty is vulnerable
Our all humanity
Searching for what is wrong
Now you see is insanity

Search a bit deeper
For I am not what you see
My reflection is just a face
My reflection is not all me

-The Dead Poet
Carpe Diem

by DeadPoet
posted on 04/02/2008