Glittering in the sunlight,
Shimmering beneath the stars;
The only way it can ever look beautiful
Is when the light refracts on it's surface.
Constantly forming images
Of anything within a certain proximity;
That could be described as it's job
But it really doesn't impress me.
Hiding from it's power,
Not waiting to see what it will deliver;
I just know I'll hate it
And be forever scarred by it.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
I ask whilst sitting at the side,
Can you help me see who I really am
Or will you keep on deceiving me?
Never an answer do I get
However hard I try;
I should be content to look
Solely at the beauty of this mirror.