I’m a mask within
my own reflection,
A poise of physical essence.
I stroke this glass imitate of me
in hope to feel the aptness.
When I stare into it’s eyes,
I connect to reality.
Well, so it seems…
Mirror self,
Do you see me, As I see you?
Mirror self…
Do you leave, When I do too?
Or do stay,
To change your reflection…
Are you the perfection in me?
Or just the image,
I choose to see….
In death will you see my face?
Or continue to live a life.
Morphing to fit the shapes.
Are you like a shadow…
That follows me through light.
Do you hide in the darkness
To shame the face of your
Relenting disgrace?
Mirror self,
Do you see me, As I see you?
Mirror self,
Do you leave, When I do too?
Or Do you stay,
To change your reflection
Are you the perfection in me?
Or just the image,
I choose to see…
~Empath~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hating oneself hurts, ignoring it kills! A good stuff, it has substance and passion! High marks.