THE LOOKING GLASS

 

Stones pitted against my window

At the reflection that I see;

Viewing from the other side

A different view of me.

PIT, PIT, PIT, PIT,

Marring up the glass;

Now what I see reflected there...

An injured, bloodied mass.

Step away, no need to view,

Reflection now is shattered;

For the view, I used to see,

Now, no longer mattered.

The person seen, I knew as me,

Was changed by a misjudgment,

And now the ones who threw the stones

Have marred what I now see.