In passing, everyone always looks
To check, to preen, by hook or by crook.
Adjusting straying strands of hair,
Putting on lipstick

Dead reflection and unreal

Mirror only sees the seen.

Its veil hides me within

Its false impression

Of imperfect.

Yet

I

The mirrors say you're lovely

And you will often look to make sure,

That the mirrors will continue

Making you feel pretty

The Mirror in Me

The mirror speaks, shouts my name, like it's talking to me,
It only shows my bad side, and now it's walking

Half the beauty I've seen is fake

A phantom on the other side of the mirror

Taunting the romantic eyes flashed its way

Flipping