13 June 2012
Stand before the mirror,
Fingertips to glass,
Watch distorted images,
Intention: to harass.
Sometimes telling truly,
Sometimes lies of spite,
Throwing my reflection,
Into a new light.
Twisting once-there features,
Enemies, it and I,
Never looking too far,
Afraid what I might spy.
Cruel, twisted mirror,
Mirror goading me,
I look into the mirror:
Is that really me I see?
Mirror. • Opuss № I