The Mirror

The mirror tells more than what you assume

Just a reflection of light, a view 'round the room

Just a scientific concept, explained in textbooks

Just a piece of glass that shows people their looks

But the mirror is quite a lot more to me.

More than the silver-backed glass that you see

The mirror is an enemy, though to you it's a friend,

Useful in daily tasks where you need a hand

To touch up your hair, your makeup or shave

When you use the mirror it will always behave.

When I use the mirror, it gives me a sneer

And it whispers a cruel word or two in my ear

Its condescending and venomous voice

Convinces me to believe it; that I don't have a choice.

It makes nasty comments regarding my size

"Your stomach's disgusting; you have fat thighs,"

The mirror proceeds to prick at my heart

Inserting these poisons that slowly tear it apart

They fester in my feelings and the stage is set

The voice of the mirror croons, "Had enough yet?"

Now the mirror backs off - it's played its part

The seed it planted is growing in my heart

The devil's counterpart has done its math

The rest is up to me, I've been set on the path

Tears and prolonged depression ensue

As I know what the mirror has told me is true

So now you see why the mirror is my enemy

It preys on my weaknesses and beats the life out of me.

It leaves me battered and bruised, in pain and in tears

The mirror confirms the worst and wakens new fears.