A Mirror

by flammeusgladius

A Mirror

 

“You go not till I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of you.”

 

 

Yes, I hold up a mirror. You see
what you are — and it hurts inwardly.
Or perhaps it hurts not.
People tell me a lot
(ungrammatically): “That can’t be me!”

 

 

–Tom Riley