Mirrors lie

Reflection

Mirrors are everywhere.

Sometimes they aren't mirrors.

They disguise them selves.

Glass, spoons, water and those are only a few of its forms. Personally, I think one disguisement is the cleverest of them all: eyes.

You can avoid eye contact with spoons, or glasses, but never with people.

Some people, but never all of them.

Another particularity of this specific embodiment, is the one-way encryption that encodes it.

On one side there's you, and on the other side there is a person.

A person seeing you, forming thoughts and opinions on you.

Those mindborn creations float to the surface of the eyes, outing, but only decryptable for those who have the key.

I, I receive those encoded messages but I never know what they mean. Sometimes I wonder if this only happens to me.

Do people usually do have the key? I probably had it too then.

Did I loose it?

Just like I lost my glasses once?
Or maybe the same way that I lost my temper when they bullied my brother.

How can I tell?
Who can tell me?

The second particularity, about mirrors in general this time, is that they can't lie.

Some types of them can hide the truth but no single one of them can reshape it, mold it into something else; Into something uneasy, sharpened until the edges ressemble those of dagger.

Neither can they soften the image, color it in or aromize it until it becomes a flower with silky petals.

Despite those two facts, no type of mirror seems to show me 'me'.
I look in them, at them, stare through them, pierce them with my eyes until it hurts. But they never tell me the one thing I need to know.

Once again, I wonder if this is only happening to me.

What if they don't want to answer my question? They are the only ones I can ask.

It is really simple actually.
Atleast I believe so. Not that I know the answer but finding it doesn't require rocket science.

Who am I?