Three-Way Mirror Poem by Matt Burgett

I'm such a pitiful sight
I'm all but in love with the mirror
Color me invisible
So's not see what I fear

Like a square glass box
Three-way mirrors line the inside
The only way to see my heart
To see what I hold inside

Two dimensional pictures
Like a video shot in black and white
You may be able to see them
But what emotions do you think are right

Only I know for sure
But at least you get to see
By looking through the three-way mirror
What emotions lye in me