What do you see when you look in the mirror Is it what you expected to see Is it worse than you imagined or better Do you like the image that is portrayed Or could you change what you see or feel Do you feel that the image you look at reflects how you feel Or do you find it easily to look away from the reflection Do you find yourself ugly to look at Or is the ugliness inside Do we always self analyze ourselves in mirrors Certainly not in public in public we preen We correct ourselves but not the real you We correct the outer shell which the world sees Not the real us we save that till we are alone In the bathroom or bedroom at home Then again you may feel fine about who you see You may actually like the person that you see and that is rare Rare, but how it should be. I hope when you see yourself in the mirror You like what you see. As for me...well I wrote this!
Hey! John no escape by saying you wrote it, take your turn in the mirror, very clever poem, well crafted and written, did I look in the mirror, maybe but I wrote this :P
This has so much reflective insight conveyed. The style of writing is simple and easy to read and it flows uninterrupted. It reads like an introspection.
Outwardly, many of us are attractive. I look in the mirror everyday and think 'damn, I look good' but it's looking within that's important. That kind of reflection doesn't come from a mirror. It comes from knowing and understanding, self awareness. We have to accept that we are less than perfect. Learn how to manage those imperfections. Very thought provoking. Clearly you're less than perfect. John, I could have told you this before reading this darned poem. But I'm too nice. That's my imperfection. :). Good write.
This is very thought provoking, full of questions that are rarely asked.
Imagine if we asked our loved ones questions like these and found out something real, then we could help each other repair ourselves to see our true self worth.
Thank you for sharing with us!
Hi John. I see you as I wish, not as you are. I see your goodness and try to forget your hatred for my country... and its people? I am not important. This poem is thought provoking, but caters to a continuance of a "me" centered world. So much is more important than the self. Nice writing though. Strong and questioning.