Mirrors are intriguing,
For they are non-living entities reflecting the shape of the living.
Nothing and no one knows us better than the mirror at our home.
It knows the real us.
It knows where our flaunting curves and edges are,
Where our body is scarred.
It realises the reason behind our unshed tears,
The name of the molester we fear.
It believes in the personality we hide from none,
The inner ability we don't reveal to everyone.
It understands why we haven't smiled in a while,
When we behave like a child.
There are times we are afraid to look in the mirror,
Because we know we'll hate our vigor.
Sometimes, the mirror dimensional figure is who we actually want to be,
A tethered monster waiting to be set free.