Mirror

Look to my face

Full of sharp angles

Look at my upturned nose My blank

Blue-eyed gaze

Faded freckles

Sweep of black lashes

Small mouth

It’s all an illusion

A pretense

Tell me

When you look at me

Do you see my hurt?

My joys?

My inner struggles

And dreams?

The music in my veins?

I cannot.

So why do they call it

A reflection?