Mirror World

Staring at the mirror and the reflection,

Seeing everything that is unmentioned.

Why the need to scan and observe- to judge?

To continually hold against yourself a grudge.

Visions from each angle,

One to the next.

Seeing the smile that is much too complex.

A composition to which felt known.

But these angles make a stranger's face,

out of

your

own.

Blurred and scattered as eyes to glass play tricks.

As glass to skin can give nicks.

I think you'd notice with a look

The smile living in the mirror,

has at least

one

hidden

nook.

A place to sink and drop the corners.

A place when gathered,

You'd find mourners.

Even when not seen through vision,

The unmentioned exists.

You and the perception,

A mirror to cut that incision.

A peak, you'll see what you desire.

Gaze and against yourself,

you

will

conspire.

You live outside and judgments live within.

So, why provide shelter

to a

pretend

grin?