Dressing Room

I stand at eye level with someone in the mirror that looks a lot like myself Same eyes Same hair Same piercing stare A lot of people have stood on the other side of that glass That looked just like me But they weren’t Some were But now they aren’t See although a reflection will always be the mirror image of you You won’t, because sometimes you can’t see yourself for who you really are One must be visible to reflect, right? Some people As have I Looked into their own eyes and called themselves by names not theirs Some images made the reflection look taller because They looked up to them Some that made them look at themselves like insects Insignificant insects But even the smallest ant has a global purpose So nothing is ever as small as the appearance proposes Suppose that a hand tried to be a foot Possible Yet still impractical There is no filter on the mirror The filter is in your mind Built on the foundations of false senses False sense of confidence False identities False reasons why you should put up with False friends And false people Until your false foundation falls in on itself So when you look in the mirror instead of a soul You see a black hole with an endless pit of potential Wasting away Chasing away the innocence of inner sense of self I would say that true self-searching Is looking in that mirror And the longer you’re able to stare yourself down Without looking away Represents how close you are To being one With you The process starts on the inside And it never stops Always working to make sure You can endure A long Probing stare From you