It is an ancient metaphor, the mirror.
Self-examination
Self-love
Self-loathing
Accepting the reflection as reality
But it is always backwards and often distorted
Mirrors are imperfect
Reflection representing raw reality
Leaving us to guess
At the gaps
And wonder
At the whispered affirmations
And accusations
Of a malicious mute object
That knows nothing
And sees nothing
And says nothing
Its power
Is in its wordless summarization
Of who and what we are
For we accept its judgment
Without dissent
