An Introvert Looking in a Mirror

Sometimes as an introvert, lost in thought,
I look at myself in the mirror
Feeling some sympathy for the one looking at me
He is both a saint and a sinner.
 
He knows exactly how I feel
And agrees with what I say,
He’s a true reflection of
The person that I’ve become
 
He judges me only insofar
As I judge myself
When we’re together we are the only ones
Who know how the other one feels
 
We can be critical of ourselves
And ponder and think of how
We could perhaps be better:
I see his blemishes; he sees mine
 
So it seems,
And although he could write me a letter
Saying “This is how you’ve gone wrong”
He just smiles when I smile at him
 
So I can walk away feeling hopeful:
For I’ve not been judged
For any action, misdemeanour
Or sin.  Just learning from what I’ve said
And what I’ve done
 
My reflection; myself:  When all is said and done
We are one.
 
MDC