My Mirror

When I look into my mirror, I see words and experience. In my mirror I am able to see just how insecure and confused I really am. The experiences are few, but are brought to life, expanded, and covered by a few strokes. Insecurity has become my shadow against the wall. I always believe that finally i'm done with it but one look in my mirror shows that its still lurking in the background, hidden amoung over exaggerated thoughts and lost dreams. My mirror is my newly formed friend, always there to show who I really am when I can't seem to find myself. It takes in my problems and helps me find answers to them. Anyone can see in my mirror but they can't understand the depth of me in it. This mirror doesn't show outside apperance but the inside of me. For my mirror, is my poetry.