I Hate Mirrors

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?


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.