My Mirror

My mirror is observant
Always seeing what I don’t
My mirror is curious
Begging for another glimpse
My mirror shows no facades or masks alike
My mirror is more honest than a watery reflection
For the ripples do make all the difference
It speaks to me, like a critic some days
Telling me to change
Change my hair my clothes my attitude
Just my mirror, I swear
It lusts for me, other times however
Like a pubescent boy with a dirty magazine
Just my mirror, I swear
My mirror tells stories of how I have grown
I ignore these subtle histories, it marvels in them
Just my mirror, I swear
My mirror has a crack in the corner
Spider-webbed from the outside in
Like a chisel to a slab of marble
So delicate yet robust
Take a metal rod to the outside
Splinters its way to the center
Just my mirror, I swear
My mirror can shatter if dropped by the right hand
Unable to expose truths again
So, I do not trust my mirror in anyone’s hands
Just my mirror, I swear
I’d like to say I’m honest
But I never did
Just my mirror, I swear.