Seeing my inner self..

I realised that sometimes I have to rely on the poets,the philosophers and play rights to articulate what most I can only feel,in joy or sorrow.
Its also amazing to find songs which sings out my blues….
So,I just found a poem which depicts exactly something I’ve been wondering in me at this moment…its about seeing my inner self…

It glistens when the sun hits it,
And makes light shapes on my walls.
They only stay for a little bit.
Bad luck for years if it falls.

It tells me “wash your face”,
Or “do your hair”.
Sometimes I stand there in front of it,
And can’t help but only stare.

It tells me if I’m very plain,
It points out if I’m a cutie.
I can’t help if at times I complain,
Because it does’nt really show my inner beauty.

Rephrased by,
Sandra.