Looking Through the Glass

To a normal eye, the mirror appears clean.
To me, it is dirt encrusted and broken.
They see the outside while I look deep within.
In the mirror they see a smiling happy boy,
I see a beggers soul waiting to die.
They see the sun, its warm yellow light;
I see the moon surrounded by night.
To each their own, true hearts desire.
Never to smoulder in lifes deadly fire.
To love is to wonder, so very far.
To follow that someone like a bright north star.
Seeing the truth and never the lies,
The look on my face, not one of surprise.
As I see the mirror as it truly is.