Silently observe the things you do,
Listening intently to the things you say,
Sensing the energy, you brought with you,
Nothing to judge, it is all evident.
When it is time, to tell you, what I see,
How could I lie, would you prefer it over the truth?
I hold your hand, and take you to the truth,
I showed you the mirror, and now you are mad.
Many of many came and left,
Despising the mirror and myself.
It is not personal, or is it?
Haven’t been phased at all by their reactions.
Just to this date, I carry the mirror, with myself.
Is it sass or maybe the fearlessness,
Curiously, the mirror is getting clearer, each and every day.
I know, I know, you are fuming with rage,
You despise me for holding the mirror,
But the wrath, is for what you see in there.