Mirror
By Athya Uthayakumar
I gaze at it,
It stares back
With a deeply carved frame,
And a gleaming, cool surface
I see myself,
In the shiny surface
Pretty or ugly,
It always tells me the reality
But what if it were to shatter?
I know it matters not,
Because it shows the beauty,
Of what’s on the outside,
But not in.
