Kingdom in the Mirror
I believe you need a mirror.
You see, when I look at it,
I see a face with pimples
and freckles,
and perhaps a few spots,
where beard used to grow.
But what do you see,
when you gaze into glass?
I believe you see yourself,
reflected with a smile,
whitened teeth;
perfectly brushed hair;
layers of makeup;
nary a flaw to be found.
Yet when I look in the mirror,
I see kingdoms in ruins.
I see squabbles among the people,
The very ones that you rule.
Can you imagine why I stare,
when you break the mirror
in the morning,
when you haven’t brushed;
or put on makeup;
or combed your hair;
It’s because you’re afraid.
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