The Mirror Deceives.

thinking aloud......how some "FRIENDS" make us look

I escape the nightmare to meet morning

only for my mirror to depict me smiling 

The extra skin on my forehead stands

but my dimple in the mirror grows deep

A pale blue oil stained shirt

brights like stars looking in my mirror`

I stand sweating from a day's work

funnily,my mirror shows a relieved me.

The dinner wouldn't satisfy

enough!shouts my mirror,"its enough" it whispers

A shabbily dressed bed to rest

yet good to touch in my mirror

Then I wonder who my mirror is?

names just flood my thoughts

some i know others i only hear

"Jim,your neighbor

"kate,the lady you see en route to work"

"Mart,your favorite hang out buddy.

So i see who my mirror is

A few friends

Who say as they perceive

for me to be deceived...

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

An interesting poem ... very thoughful write. Well done you.

[Fluffy Mamma]

I like it. Mirrors are certainly mysterious at times. Is it truly you you see, what others see, or how you see yourself. Great poem