The Guy Behind the Glass
Everyday you stand in front of me
observing your blue ocean eyes
or brown curly hair
in my smooth reflective surface.
You’re not always happy with what I show
because all you see are
the small bumps
that seem to reflect off of me.
You walk away with a frown on your face
as I remain hung on your plain black wall
forever trapped behind the glass
wishing I could see more
than what's on the surface.
Because I wish you realized that
the image you see when you look at me
is not worth nearly as much
as the image
I can’t see
on the inside.