I hate mirrors
They hold a reflection
A reflection of who you are
Like the cover of a book
A reflection is judged by its appearance
But a reflection Is only the tip of the iceberg
There is more there than meets the eye
But judgment is still laid on
No one cares to read the book if it has a bad appearance
So what happens when your reflection isn\'t appealing to the eye?
Nothing.
Society puts you back on the shelf without a second thought
You start to feel empty because of it
You believe what they say about you
And not long after it becomes hard to tell
Is it really the mirror I hate?
Or is it my reflection.