There is someone in the mirror
looking back at you
sick of all your lies,
sick of all the times she tried to cry.
But in a mirror there is no place to hide,
even unbreakable glass was meant to see through.
And I can't ask you
'Can you take the truth'?
The only thing a mirror hates
is crookedness.
And it'll reflect
all the wrong we told it.
I think a mirror is great,
but just 'till the day
it's phenomenal power
starts to fade.
©
Agreed. A nice poem. Sometimes reality is scary but we have to face it, head on.
Face reflects what is in mind. And the mirror reflects the mind and face. Very fine write-up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true. Nice poem :)