I looked in the mirror and there was something there.
I saw a tiny girl with eyes the color of pond muck.
She had golden hair that wasn't blonde but wasn't anything else.
Her head tilted slightly and she eyed me curiously.
Soon her eyes turned to anger. Fire. Rage.
Tears as hot as fire poured upon her rosy cheeks.
"You're an awful liar, Mirror," She whispered at me.
But it was a mirror none the less.
Just a mirror trying to do its best.

I looked in the mirror and there was someone there.
An unlikely mirror - a child, a face, a life.
A miniature person trying to be me.
Modelling, fashioning, their life after mine.
The terrifying thought sent chills down my spine.
What did this child see in me?
Why on earth was she mirroring me?
But she was a mirror none the less.
Just a mirror trying to do its best.

I looked in the mirror and there was nothing there.
I turned my head and the nothing moved.
There was a mirror in place of my face.
A mirror that slanted upwards.
A mirror that faced towards God.
The mirror was tainted and scratched and smudged.
The mirror could barely reflect its subject.
But I am a mirror none the less.
Just a mirror trying to do its best.