This was written after many months of observing a girl, who in my Creative Writing class would do nothing but put on her makeup. Seriously, she sits there the ENTIRE hour looking at herself in a mirror every single day. A Missing Reflection A mirror is stained on your hand, And it's suggested that you can see What other's can't. As you learn things you never knew, You can see the paranoia building up in the view. You're percieved as vain to few, But you're meerly insecure to many. The mirror simply reflects the mind, And to your surprise, you'll come to find That your state of being lies deeper than Your skin, and you'll find it almost uncanny, that every assumption was accurate. And you'll stare forever into the eyes Of your mistakes, and you'll do whatever it takes To banish your narcissistic sins. Clearly, clarity is a mystery, and Not apart of your vocabulary. However, when you realize that you never Will be what you want yourself to seem, And your ill will Will not wake you from your horrifying dream, You will look at yourself like never before, And you will gradually end up hating everything You so yearned for.