Mirrors Poem by Kristen Otto

Mirrors all you see is reflexions
how do you know that what you see is real
all i see when i look into a mirrior
is everything appears backwards

My house reminds me of a fun house
we have mirrors in almost every room
all we need is a pointed roof over our heads
and we will be living just like those circus clowns do

Only we'd be all different shapes and sizes
we'd have big fat eyes and really thin bodies
we would look like we were on some sorta drug overload
we have to look in mirrors all the time

People obess over looks all the time
and it gets so that they need to carry mirrors all around
you cant even pass a mirror without looking in it
there is all sorts small, long, cubed, and even in cars
the turth of it is that we can not live without mirrors