What does a mirror see
when you are not there looking into it?
Is it just a shiny surface
bleak as an October day before it rains?

Maybe it’s a photo album
showing sad faces of those
who wish they were young,
or of little girls putting make-up on
in hope of looking older.

Or trapped images of those
who died before their time
and can not be released before the mirror breaks
haunting a house for seven years

I know one thing though
that alone in front of a mirror
we are not shy, only pathetically human.
Does a mirror laugh at our narcissism when alone?