Mirror's Reflection

© Francisco Guzman 2005

When I look into the Mirror, all I see is me
But all I want to do is be someone I can’t be
The person that everyone wants to be around
The person that will always want to be found

I want to be different, and I imagine it
But I will just have to admit
That all I am is me, a boy who is crazy not to be himself
And alter the mirror’s reflection

The mirror tells me who I am and what I’ll be
But I just don’t want it to say I’ll be me
Why do I desire what other people have?
And why can I not do what other people can

I want to see a person who is distinct to what I normally see
I want to know a person I want to be
I envy others for what they have, that I don’t
For what they don’t have, that I do

Why can I not expect the reflection I see?
And why do I want it to appear so perfectly
Could it be because of the people that surround me?
Or is it because I do not value what I have

Why does the mirror keep so much from me?
And why does it have to be held in privacy
Mirror, why don’t you show me what I want to see?!

Could it be that you’re old, and rusted out?
Or is it just me that wants to shout out
Shout out to the world that they should accept me
For the person they see before them

Because I’m tired of shifting my ways,
For their pleasure
Even if the mirror won’t show the reflection what I picture within me
The mirror of life that judges me, only knows the person inside of me
I'll just wait to see what happenes next time, hopefully...

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