The Mirror of Truth

Take a Real Look At Yourself

I sit in a lonely room with only a mirror and my reflection

I gaze deeply into the mirror,

Trying and find the words to describe myself.

I open my mouth but nothing comes out,

I start to doubt who I really am.

Stunned in the silence, I hear my own voice, "you give up to easy"

I look up and it appears as the mirror is no more,

Just a figure that resembles myself.

It is no longer my reflection,

I see myself. The true me. No bullshit. No lies.

The person I really am, and who I want to be.

I start to speak again but nothing.

My true self starts whispering little white lies I have told my self over time

“It's only once, it can't hurt.”

“He/She is only a friend.”

“I never lied to you.”

“I'm happy with my life.”

I don’t believe these lies to be true!

Have I convince myself that I am living a lie?

With strong convection my reflection breaks the silence.

“Prove to me that you are who you believe to be!

Touch my hand, if I remain then you are who you say you are.

However, if I break, every piece, every sliver, every shard the falls to the ground

represents a lie that you have convinced yourself to be true.”

Author's Note

The concept was from my writing partners poem mirrors, it is just my rendition of his poem, just a different approach. this is my first attempt at any type of poetry, stuff might be wrong but all im hoping for is that the message is felt.