The Mirror

 Is it all in my head?

Or does everyone think of me the same way?

When I stand before a mirror, I want to smile,

But even the mirror forces me to cry.

“you are a failure who couldn’t achieve his dream”—

It screams at my face, telling the truth.

These days, I look miserable and in despair,

So my friend told me, “The mirror is a liar.”

But how can it be a lie, I asked myself,

When I see my face turning gray in the mirror?

A mirror shows our reflection,

And even my mind knows this simple truth.