REFLECTIONS

Someone once said to me..... We do not know how we look until shown to us by an unbiased mirror. How fat we truly are, how tall we appear to be, what shape we possess are all shown by this object... He said "like wise, we do not know who we are unless through our interactions with others"....
As usual, it got me thinking, are we all truly walking mirrors to one another? Can we actually see our image, reflections through the eyes of each other and lastly do we pose an unbiased object by which another can see his/herself truly as they are.
By our complex nature, as we tend to always show the opposite of what we feel, do, really want! Can we still be able to know our true self by looking at the "mirrors" of our personality? When we present a false self and hide important tips dat should help our "mirrors" show us who we are! Do we now say the mirror doesn't work or isn't showing you who you really are.
On the other hand, if we show our real selves, and our mirrors and biased and can't show us the picture of what we are? If they love us so much they can't see through our wrongs? Even when we have a rotten personality they show it as fresh.... When we are rude and uncultured, they show it as having Attitude.... When we are been unnecessary stubborn, they show us we just know our right.
Can we then trust each other to elicit for us who we really are?

Tears

Slowly it traces the plain of my face.........in Its warmth, I find solace, peace.. Relief? Relief, but does it actually give me relief.... Is it a panacea for the pain that burdens my heart or does it  unburden me momentarily..... It clears my eyes, giving a way to my soul to see the extent of reality..... It gives this feeling of my pain been as real as a pinch on my cheek......
Tears! So beautiful.... So clear.... You do all this! But why can't you make the problem go away..... Or do you enjoy flowing freely..... Would it not be profitable to get rid of this problem and cause this flow to cease..... Or are you as handicapped as I am in the face of my pain ...
Tears you offer no real help..... You add to my troubles by inflicting unneeded headaches... But, why can't I stop? Why do I keep crying even when I know it does nothing.... Why can't I feel numb to this things.... Why do you taunt me with this drug.... Why can't I stop wanting to release you...
Tears, beautiful drops of my pain.... An illusion that never goes away, keep drowning me in your pool! Let me continue to get whatever peace, solace.... Momentary relief I can get.... Let me continue to be an addict to this drug....