If I can't seeme,
How do you see you?
How do you say you see me,
When you look straight through,
when I become transparent as glass and twice as fragile,
Can you really see?
Me?
Or are you,
Only seeing you, reflected off of me,
For Ive become a surface,
You see what you want to see,
regrettably never me,
And I can never seem to fix,
The fact that ive become,
nothing,
but a mirror
