Reflection.

When you stare at your reflection in the mirror

Do you see yourself In the light of horror? 

Do you write yourself a Sad story?

Where you are lonely and alone even at forty. 

Your youth slowly fades away into a wrinkled face. 

Where years of anti ageing cream helped you walk the town with grace. 

You thought you'd have been in a better place by now. 

You thought you would've given in by now.

Left this dirt in search of a better place. 

A new city to put on a mask. A bold face.

When you stare at your reflection in the mirror ,

Do you see yourself clearer ?

Do you write yourself a blissful story? 

Where you are walking hand in hand with someone you love sniffing the morning glory.

Reading Agatha Cristie sitting on a rocking chair,

Where you still don't mind letting down whatever is left of your hair.

You know you're already in a better place than you were,

Where you laugh at your 20 year old's thought, " I can't take this. I'll die." Poor her. 

You've already left the dirt and found a better place. 

Under the moonlight, to stare, kiss and gaze. 

Perspectives.

Mirror mirror on the wall. 

I'll come back to you when I drown and fall. 

Pick me up before I break your glass

Because broken people like broken things. Sounds crass? 

If the person standing in front of the mirror showed me a bit of affection

I wouldn't be talking to my reflection.

Paradox.