See What is Not There, For Once

They looked through me and into their souls. They were judging, scrutinizing the movements. I could'nt feel nor touch them, unless they touched me themselves. I was alone, trapped in a different world in which everything was surreal. I was thre every single day, people glanced at me; even through me, but I was never fully appreciated.
Tangled images burnt in screen. never fully seeing how one actually is. Perceptions are always hard to grasp. I was probably the oldest in the room, no exception the wisest. Every day scrutinizing faces, either never getting what they want or never seeing what they have got.

It's a strange one, this world, but I understand perceptions. For I was just a mirror, alone in the corner of the room.