IF MIRRORS COULD FEEL

If mirrors could feel,

They’d say, “For a better view, look within”

Philosophise the definition of appearance,

Juxtapose real and reel.

A dull melancholic song emitted the reflector,

As the sophomore burst into hysteria,

Looking despicably,

At the features vitiated by acid

If mirrors could feel

They’d wonder why they’re

Incapable of manifesting

One’s truest self

Epiphany shattered one whole

Into a hundred thousand,

As the chords struck, materialism

Supersedes benevolence

If mirrors could feel

They’d ridicule and laugh at

The condescending lad with golden

Tresses and a soul quite the opposite

Maybe, someday, sometime,

Glasses would find solace, hoping,

That maybe, someday, sometime,

Will be the end of pretences and ostentations.