CONTRARY VIEW
A reflection that I saw in the mirror
Is never what I ever expected to see
It shows me an alternate perspective
And very disturbing, all would agree
A suggestion of a two faced identity
Neither quite what one may expect
Of a character in stark presentation
But the mirror’s job is just to reflect
Maybe I’d glimpsed in that moment
Another side of me normally hidden
The image might just tell a true story
But appeared anyway, and unbidden
It is possible I can possess two faces
One kind, and the other quite mean
A few of my friends may know both
Whereas most people are inbetween
I looked once more and saw myself
At least as how I wanted to appear
But close up in a corner of one eye
I saw the beginnings of a small tear
I’ll just have to live with that image
Since then, I’ve not seen ever again
Unlikely to have been a tear of joy
Perhaps even the mere hint of pain