Strange Dreams

I've been having a few strange dreams
And scarier then it may sound.
I find myself all alone
With nothing but a mirror on the ground.

But wait, it gets stranger.
For when I look in the mirror.
I don't see my own reflection,
And to my own terror.

I see some one elses.

Oddly enough he doesn't look happy.
Nor does he look sad.
It really makes me think.
That he must live a life so bland.

But last night my dream changed.

I was still alone.
And the mirror still layed there.
But this time when I picked it up I dropped it.
And for a moment.
I wished I had handled it with more care.

But wait?

Now when I look in it.
although it may be cracked.
I actually see my own reflection.
And he stared right back.

And then it all started to make sense.

The mirror before was perfect.
No cracks, no smudges, no nothing.
The face in it there-fore couldn't be mine.
What a wonderful meaning has come from my mind.

For I am not perfect.
Sa fact I can now let be.
And the truth is.
My imperfections make me me.