Mirror (Maybe)

(c) dcec 01June10

If the world was my mirror,
Then I might see something I don’t like.
Maybe it is true,
Maybe it is not.
Because mirrors lie.
We see the reflection we wanted to see,
We might see the bad, but choose to ignore it.
We might see the good and be skeptical about it.
But that is just how things are.
If the mirror tells me I’m ugly I might believe it,
If it tells otherwise then who am I to complain?

In essence, you are my reflection and I am yours.
I accept that I have flaws that I failed to notice,
But were magnified in your own judging eyes.
I understand that I maybe blindside to this part of me,
But  maybe we could appreciate each other even a little,
Perhaps we could be better people and meet halfway.
Let us stop drawing the lines,
Erase those irrelevant pre-conceived notions,
I am in no way a definition of your character,
Nor do you define mine.
What you see is the icing on top.

Do not be a fool in thinking,
You may play a part in my Johari window,
But do not be smug.
You do not know me,
As much as I do not know myself.
I am my own mystery,
Stop your detective story of what I am not.

Shut up.