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 practice idolatry,

Envying the autonomy I see in you.

I admire the perceived control

I find in your face,

Only finding the traits

I want to see,

The features

I want to reflect.

I practice hatred,

Fixating on the flaws I see in myself.

I despise the perceived weakness

I find in my face,

Only reflecting the traits

You show to me,

The features

I am forced to reflect.