Poem: I Do Not Trust That Mirror

I Do Not Trust That Mirror

When I look in it
I always see a secret in my eyes,
a smirking look, as if to say,
"I know what you would want to know,
but you don't even know
to want to know it." It is just a look,
but that is what it must mean,
I should know: it is my own face,
the language of my expression.
It is only in that mirror.
In the others, I just look back
and sometimes, even, smile.

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