The Guy Behind the Glass

Everyday you stand in front of me

observing your blue ocean eyes

or brown curly hair

in my smooth reflective surface.

You’re not always happy with what I show

because all you see are

the small bumps

and scars

that seem to reflect off of me.

You walk away with a frown on your face

as I remain hung on your plain black wall

forever trapped behind the glass

wishing I could see more

than what's on the surface.

Because I wish you realized that

the image you see when you look at me

is not worth nearly as much

as the image

I can’t see

on the inside.