A broken mirror still reflects
Despite its shattered form
But faults and cracks stay ever dark
No matter how light falls.
It’s fractured, frozen, functionless
Yet ignorant in bliss
And does not, will not, ever see
Whatever is amiss.
Yet those who look upon it now
Seem scarred and brittle, broken.
Though whole enough, they cannot know
These cracks are not their own.
The eyes of others have their use
To spot one’s hidden flaws
But for God’s sake, please don’t assume
They’re just as bad as yours.