I Was the Mirror
I was the mirror
Who cared too much about his own image
And how others percieved him
To the point where I didn’t even realize
Who I was was nothing more
Than the parts of those around me
Reflecting back
But without anyone around
I can’t help but wonder
What’s left to be seen
What’s left to be shown
I was the mirror
Unable to grasp
A glimpse
Of who I am
Inside