Mirror Mirror

If it’s in the mirror you’re looking at, what do you see? Do you see flames or do you see yourself as free?

. . .

Mirror mirror on the wall
like frames set up
to take the fall
for all the crimes you committed
for all those you didn’t
standing against a wall now
the edges as sharp as your commitments.

Mirror mirror on the wall
like prisoners lined up for the fall
crumpled like pages
temptations ahoy
scaled to seem perfect
but no matter what you live for
it’s always the image
the one you once used as a toy.