Mirrors

        What do you look for when you look into your reflection? Do you see what you want to see? Do you seek the insubstantial, or merely the substantial as you waft your hands through your hair? When you're finally convinced that you look presentable enough to leave the comforts of your home, does it really matter? 

  When you step through those doors, what you thought of yourself when you observed your reflection will never be the same as what others will think of you. So, is there even a point in standing in front of the mirror all morning, when it will just be for naught as others taunt the way you dress or look?

I see people looking at their outer appearance like it means the world to them, like people will judge them solely on their outfit of the day. True, it helps a teeny bit to look sharp, but let's not forget the subjectivity of true beauty.

I see people looking at their reflections and are happy with what their eyes can see. None will ever bother to look at what is deep down. Under the lies and the facade of our mortal bodies are our true selves. Eluded by our own minds as we seek physical appearance, and not the truth of who we really are.

Hence, I only show them what they want to see. They seek lies, and I show them lies. Such is human nature. For if I ever showed these beings who they really are inside, they will all surely scream.


-Izzat R.