Some say its just a image of yourself,
that there is no deeper being within.
But the mirror,
the mirror tells one their life.
I don’t just see myself looking back at me from the mirror,
I see each person who helped paint my self portrait,
some painted alluring scenery
where some left gaping wounds and scars
and others painted gracefully,
around the scars trying to make some beauty out of the pain.
But each painter added something to my portrait
making me that the mirror reflects.
The mirror taunts ones of their life
showing a glimpse of your beauty outside and within,
before piercing you with the knife that cuts to core
tearing open the gates hiding your pain away from the world.
your smile splinters away
your eyes show the chaos within
You see the dark shadows churning within yourself
the tears slip from your eyes
You see your self portrait.