How can I see myself in you
When you reflect my pain but not my soul
Am I to play another part or role
Than to be myself and true?
What can reflections really do
But show the outside of the complex whole
And not the depth, the relief that you stole
A mirror is a liar too
There might be more than what you see
So much is covered by what was
Not to be shown by just some glass
Reflections don’t show the real me
So let this vanity just pass
As you are not my looking-glass
I love this. Even through a mirror, there'd be wonderful depth to this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like that Ina. Good writing!