Mirror Mirror

The mirror my friend,

The mirror my enemy.

When I look at my reflection,

You sometimes tell me I'm pretty.

You've seen my darkest times,

when salty tears have fallen from my eyes.

Witnessed my happiest days,

As I faced you and smiled.

A grin so big,

The light from the sun,

Bounces off my pearly whites.

You've seen the scars on my body,

And parts my eyesight cant reach.

Unless you are broken,

you are always there for me,

Showing me every time what I need..

A change of clothes,

A change of expression,

Before you send me into the world,

After seeking your permission.

I'm obsessed with you,

Like narcissus was to his own reflection,

To know you,

Is to know me,

As we have my reflection in common.

You are a mystery of elements,

A possession that most people own in their homes,

Even reflections as we pass by shop windows,

There is something about mirrors,

Which makes us stop and study the person looking back at us,

like a animal exhibit,

That natural instinct,

To stare yourself in the face,

Deciding Is this me the person in the mirror,

Who I am going to be today......