Reflection

How do you do it?
It truly never ceases to amaze me,
how you look yourself in the mirror,
and smile.
Do you think you're better than that boy you teased yesterday?
Or that girl you laughed at Tuesday?
Or that other boy you tripped walking down the aisle Friday?
Oh, or how about that girl you wrote a note to saying, 'You're ugly', just last week?
What do you see when you look in the mirrior anyway?
A perfect smile?
Perfect hair?
Or perfect skin?
You're not fooling anyone.
Not even the mirror you look in.
Though your reflection is translucent,
It's clear you are broken.
Behind your, Oh so perfect smile,
Beautiful hair,
Flawless skin,
There is something broken,
that you may think you hide,
But even you see the fake smile of your reflection.