When you look in the mirror, you see you
But a backwards, lonely one
Your right is now your left
You accuse it of theft
Of your own immersion

You feel invincible, not anymore
You now see your flaws
Scars, imperfections
You want resurrections
To eliminate the cause

But these aren’t all superficial
A reflection doesn’t show your
character neither does
a resume because
Your qualities aren’t shown by a picture

From a picture, Hitler could be nice
Emotions can be captured
Joy, hate, madness
love, disgust, sadness
But even these can be fractured

A single outlier can change something
From beauty to ugly, and
vice versa  Scars
can destroy, Scars
can make something bland

So when you look in reflections
Look past the imperfections
Because there’s no resurrections