Reflection

This mirror is not good,
My face is so asymmetric in it.
Every time I peer or look,
I stand back in disgust to see it.

                                                 Don't think that I am physically ugly,
                                                It's the mirror of the mind I speak of;
                                                The darkness seeps through the holes,
                                                That I am so full of.


Maybe I am just biased,
Or maybe I am just bored.
The mirror  may be called a liar,
But the mind is never so bold.
                                                
                                                 Legend speaks of a certain Narcissus.
                                                 who loved his reflection in the lake,
                                                He saw what he wanted to see,
                                                Ever deep in slumber afraid to be awake.


Am I an anti-Narcissus?
failing to see what is real?
That I failed to love myself, and
left rotting to never heal.


                                               But did I take a good look at myself?
                                               My heart says maybe I should.
                                               Perhaps I am too harsh at times,
                                               Let me cast aside this hood.


I decided to peer once again.
Mustering all the courage i had,
Looking at the reflection with deeper perception,
I actually didn't look so bad!