Mirror

I see the way my face looks in the mirror A crack within the edges of my smile I glare and frown and grin to see it clearer But only sit and stare to pass a while

Reflection does not seem to be okay With versions of herself I make her see I watch her as she turns and goes away With naught but what she did not see in me

Less am I, perhaps, than in the mirror Refracted light revealing certain truth The me I cannot see is something queerer Than anything I discovered in youth

Though she is cracked, she holds what I can't be Without her gaze, there's nothing left of me