Can you really trust a Mirror

Reflecting on Reflections

Can you really trust a Mirror

Do you just mindlessly accept them
Do you ever question their veracity
Do you ever have reason to doubt

At times I am disturbed
At times I am in disbelief
At times I do believe
That I have never been truly jublient
It occurs to me that I have never cried to one
But I know for a fact that others have

I have the same face as yesterday
But not the same as yesteryear
Can you really trust a Mirror

The Gray I say
The eyes
Such lies

I have never tried even a single time
To convince a Mirror
Otherwise

Especially those very old Silver Nitrate Bastards

I see the width
I see the breadth
Its those depths wherein I loose faith
I struck me as brushed my teeth
That I was enslaved within the mirror
Can you really trust a mirror