I gaze at the mirror:

The features that I see

Are contrary to what

The mirror whispers to me.

I see a familiar form,

Abound with common traits –

Nothing striking or unique –

Unchanged as of late.

Yet the mirror whispers,

And acutely reflects,

That I must draw towards

What much I neglect:

That which lies within –

The ‘me’ that is inside –

The sentiments and thoughts

That within me reside,

And gazing at the mirror –

Staring at the outward me –

From such an obligation

I must strive to be free.