I had been staring into the mirror
and I didn’t seem quite right.
I supposed I need to move nearer
or maybe just turn on the tubelight.

I realised the mirror is stained
and so I better wipe it clean.
Those spots however seemed ingrained
and so I replaced it with one that was pristine.

But now the mirror appeared warped
as the reflection was mine but not really.
“My nose looks a bit too long,” I harped
and replaced it again, though now wearily.

And just like that, it so happened
that every mirror I brought was flawed.
Mirror after mirror, I was rather maddended
but who knew I was hitting the wrong chord.

The distortions are my own
from the stains to the contortions.
Afterall mirrors are just shiny stone
that occasionally teach me a little precaution.