The Looking Glass

If mirrors could talk, I'd demand to know

Why it stayed mum when I wore my make up too loud

My lipstick too red, my kohl too dark

Why didn't it tell me that I was beautiful 

Without that layer of white-wash on my face 

That appearances did not define me, it was what

Lay inside me that did, why didn't it tell me

I did not need to prove myself to the world 

There was a whole universe inside me

Waiting to be discovered, why didn't it tell me

I needn't have been ashamed of the scars on my face

That the blotches, spots and acne in this case 

Were temporary but the blow to my self esteem was not 

That the 18 hour lip color was easier to wipe away

Than the tears springing from my eyes

While I was worroed even then about

The mascara ruining my plastic-doll lies.

If mirrors could talk, I'd demand to know 

Why it feared so much to show 

A reflection of me that truly mattered.