Reflections

The mirror

Oh, the mirror

Such an innocuous thing

A piece of glass that reflects what's in front of it

Do I look good? I can't tell...

Do I look bad? I don't like what I see...

I see flaws!

Imperfections!!

Where did that blotch come from?

Why am I so round all of a sudden?

This thing must be warped!

Perfect, a pimple. Aren't I too old for such things??

I see what I am today

I see what I used to be

My, how the body changes!

I see where I'm headed

God! the crows feet...

Reflections of the physical, past, present and future

My but life takes a toll...

Damn thing is a time machine

Unyielding in its honesty

A truth teller to a fault

Please lie to me, I won't mind!

Now it's mocking...

I should just walk away...

Remove myself from its gaze

But there it is

And there I am

All in this sheet of glass

That makes me see, well, me.