Strangers eyes look into mine

and they identify,

but I don’t see my eyes in theirs.

So I’ll crack at my core;

yes, I’ll shatter on the floor

and search through the pieces

to find I am there … their reflection;

nothing more.

Strangers look into my eyes

by night and through the day,

leaving me alone to ask, Who am I

once the strangers go away?...

I stood in a store, where hundreds of people would walk past me every day, and every day with out fail everyone stopped or at least glanced at me to look at themselves. They’d fix their hair or straighten their glasses. They’d suck in their stomachs or wipe off some dirt on the leg of their pants. Their reactions to seeing themselves ranged from ecstatic to mortified. Everyone had a different opin...

The girl staring back at me has golden hair

Her eyes match the sky peaking out behind her shoulder

Gentle, but strong as it holds her petite frame

The girl staring back at me has a welcoming smile

It shines across her freckled, sloped nose

and her rose colored lips

The girl staring back at me has soft, buttery skin

Its dark complexion radiates in the sunlight

Captivating and glimmering warmth

T...

I was born to show you

what you wish to see-

your shifting truth

your curated light.

But identity…

That was never mine to keep.

A object you hold in your grasp

I absorb the emotions I cannot feel.

a remembrance of who you are, that I’ll never be.

The sorrow I cannot name.

your laughter, your ache-

and I hold it all in silence.

I am the stillness that shaped your soul.

I am the object of your de...

I’ve had many faces, some beautiful beyond compare, some as ugly as could be

But none of them were mine

I’ve shown many emotions, from love to hate and everything in between

But I’ve never felt them

I show many things, but I see nothing

I reflect light and dark, but belong to neither

I am round or square and yet I have no shape

I am an anomaly, and yet I am common

Some hated me, and som...

One by one, they come and they go.

One after another, no identity of my own.

I show them who they are, they reflect back at me.

A mirror of truth, lies, and everything in between.

Who am I today––young, old, happy, or sad?

I guess it doesn’t matter, not really.

I’m trapped here to please them for eternity.

Alone, lost, and forgotten.

Who’s within the mirror?

No one knows, no one cared to ask...

I’ve got a lot of faces,

It’s easy to mistake me for your own,

Sometimes I’ve got glasses, sometimes braces,

But, no matter the smiles, I’m always alone.

You stares into me and wish to be thin,

I stare back at you:

I wish I had skin,

Oh, if only you knew.

He stares into me and hates

All of himself.

Little does he know, I yearn to lift weights,

Just like he can, all by himself.

She stares into m...

Their own reflection is all they see.

They won't ever see me

But I'm here

Yelling in the only way I know

Reflecting

But what am I?

Who am I?

That I will never know

Because the only thing I can do is show them who they are without ever knowing who I am myself....

On one side

the world is Right

And the other

All is Left

There's a Portal in my body

Shines from one world

To the next

Say you raise a glass

Right-handed

The other crowd

They have it flipped

On the right

Your smile's lovely

On the left

It starts to tilt

On the right your shoulders shrug

And

On the left they're far too wide

On the right, you seem to _wink_

The left?

There's something in y...

A puppet for your vanity,

Each time you steal a glance.

It drives me to insanity,

But still I do your dance.

As you raise your right hand,

And comb it through your hair.

I lift mine, but on the left and,

I copy as I stare.

Wishing that the roles reversed,

Yearning autonomy.

This shiny silver cage my hearse,

For all eternity.

When you turn to walk away,

I want to scream and shout,

“Don’t you go,...

All I ever do is reflect what I see

Nobody ever sees the one and only me

You primp and you preen

Like you’ve never seen

Yourself in the mirror before you.

I watch as you make a silly old pose

And I see you when you pick your nose

Yes, I see the best

And all the ugliest

Parts of the genuine you.

But throughout all the many long years

I have watched you shed many tears

And I hear your regrets

And ...

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,

You must answer when I call.

Am I most beautiful of all?

Mirror, answer when I call.”

What I want to do is lie

Or maybe I could even cry

Because I, to you must tell,

Though you be so fair and fell.

There is a beauty you would destroy

Like she was a useless toy.

Her face is fair. Her heart is true.

And she would give her love to you.

But you, fair Queen, delight in pa...

I am a clone

Of everyone

But myself

I’ll reflect your beauty

Back to you but

Never my own

I’ll show you the kindness

In your smile but never

The compassion in my own eyes

I am a myriad of

Every person who has

Ever looked into me

An amalgamation of faces

A tangle of insecurities

A combination of egos

I am everyone but me...

Who am I

Do I have my own identity

No I can’t

There is no way

My only purpose is to help those see their identity

Not for me to see my own

I wonder who I would be

Maybe a princess or queen

But I could be a peasant

Just another passer by

I wish I knew

I want to know what my identity is

These thoughts are overwhelming

I need to know who I am

Maybe if I knew these thoughts would go away

But mayb...

In a room where silence softly crept,

A mirror hung, alone it wept.

Silver and trimmed in gold,

Its frame ornate and its surface cold.

Each day, it drank in borrowed light,

Reflected faces, day and night.

A bride in white or a child’s grin

Each life it mimicked from within.

But never once a face its own

No voice to call, no flesh, no bone.

A canvas blank forever still,

Obeying each demanding wil...

I am 

The “Look”

A _noun _

or _verb_

And sometimes

Then

A “See”

They say 

that I’m

An “Everyone”

But never

Just

A “Me”

I am 

A “Gaze”

A “View”

A “You”

But when am I

An “I”?

Well…

Not an “Eye”

I’m “Hand”

I’m “Thigh”

But,

None of those

are mine…

I am the

“Look”

Both _noun_

And

_Verb_

I am the 

“Inbetween”

A shame

To live

As "Everyone"

And

Never

Once

Be

_Seen_

...

She hadn't always been contained within the confines of the Glass Prison. There was a time when she had been a little girl. A princess. A queen. She'd taken the form of a mustachioed man in a funny hat. Of a red-haired boy with freckles and a missing tooth. And through it all, through all the people who looked into her prison every day, none of them saw her.

Perhaps, she mused, that was the price...

High and blonde, wind swept hair,

Thin eyebrows and pudgy cheeks,

Deep beyond me your green eyes glare,

Untouched body and refusal to eat,

Soul braised and waning like a solar flare,

Shifted head as one lays in the touch,

Spinning hands on an isolated body,

The boy next door kneads you as his crutch,

Hide your figure, gaze, your key,

Beauty scraped as being too much,

But I see all of it too,

Not...

You practice idolatry,

Gawking at the beauty you see in me.

You worship the perceived perfection

You find in my face,

Only finding the traits

You want to see,

The features

You want me to reflect.

You practice hatred,

Fixating on the flaws you see in me.

You condemn the perceived imperfection

You find in my face,

Only finding the traits

You want to hide,

The features,

You want me to conceal.

I pr...

I am just a worse version

of those who stare back.

A dimension I can't reach—

I am flat; incomplete.

I look pleasant some days,

horrid on others.

My glass becomes blurry;

I am just colors.

Me is nonexistent.

There is no such thing.

If I am reliant on you,

is there truly an I within?

Comparing is my forte—

it is the air I breathe.

She is so much better.

I just want to leave.

Escape, not this ro...

Everyday I look into the mirror, the same mirror day in and day out. Why is my life so broken to the point i can’t even look at myself in the mirror? Is there even a sight of me beyond the glass? What if this is my life from now on, constantly looking in the mirror and judging myslef, comparing myself to everyone else i see....

**A creature of wet mud teaches a lesson for free **

****

**_Oh! _****how you stand so arrogant right in front of me ,**

**No one could forsee the faith of your soul.**

**How envious of the divine ,searching the answer in me.**

**Like caveman venerating fire and **

**Moral fables of lions that start to see**

**The well is just a bowl.**

**what we fear is just our reflection **

**Truly unnecessary...

This time a code I can’t decipher

This time I stand in solitude

In this maze I am trapped in

A reflection

Of whoever stares at me

But never truly my identity

I am many faces

Yet my own is foreign to me

I always show the world what they want to see

And never truly me

Whoever that might be

Do I exist

When you’re not looking at me?

Who am I?

If not a copy

I dress the way you do

Talk the same w...

No name, no voice, no skin.

Just waiting for another face to tell me who i’ve been.

They look at me to find themselves, so i’ll show them what they seek.

But when they leave i’m left alone.

Faceless, cold and bleak.

I watch their tears, their fears and shame, each time they pass through.

Still I am nothing of my own, once again I’m alone.

Just glass that copies you....

I am she,

though she

is not me.

An empty abyss

swirls in my glass.

A hopeful calling—

Will I be someone, at last?

I crack my heart,

aching to be different—

different from she

who stares back at me.

She bears no shard

piercing her chest.

I break my skin—

this wooden shell.

Now, my arm bleeds

splinters and dust;

she only bleeds blood.

The more I destroy myself,

the more alive I feel.

I am impo...

Every time a person came and went, they always saw the beauty in me.
However, there was just this one boy who, every time, would only see his flaws reflected in me.
He would look at me with horror or disgust.

My non-existent heart mourned for both him and myself.
He always left with a sad look on his face, and I tried everything I could to show him the beauty within me—that he was beautiful too.
O...

People use me everyday

To look at their hair,

Maybe brush it off,

Apply some chapstick

To their dry lips.

They look at me,

And brush their teeth

‘Till it’s sparkly clean,

Then get ready for the day.

But I can’t be in front of myself,

Brushing my own hair,

My own teeth, and hell,

Whatever else do humans do?

Their bodies are so delicate,

And so is my glass,

_So is the heart that I wish I had._

...

They see their greatness in me and take pride in themselves. Why shouldn't they? I did nothing to help them mould the world into their dreams - that was all them.

They see their flaws in me with disgust as if I am a piece of reality too distasteful to face. Some look closer to verify if I really am that horrid. Such a preconception can rarely be overturned.

Then one solitary morning, I stood st...