Funny.
Such a simple object
And yet
It can tell more about me than even I can,
Sometimes.
A piece of metal behind a sheet of glass.
That's all.
No complicated machinery or devious psycology
Just glass.
Glass so clear you should be able to look right
Through it.
But instead it sees right through you, your life,
Your secrets.
It immediately knows your class and position
In life.
It can tell by how you dress or do your hair,
You secrets.
Or the size of the wallet in your coat pocket.
Through it
Nothing can be seen that isn't there.
Just glass
And yet when stepped up to, it is so life-like.
That's all
There is to you, just the reflection you see.
Sometimes
The glass understands all your feelings.
And yet
I know I'm much different than that face in the mirror.
Funny.