The Plight of the Mirror Looker

Such a lovely poem...

Chapter 1

Poem

by: LilLisa
I am the mirror looker.
Or at least that's what they call me.
And by they I mean myself,
Because no one knows I exist.

I am the mirror looker.
I see through
Every mirror in the world,
And observe all who look back.

You'd be suprise
At what people do
When they think
No one is looking.

Or maybe you wouldn't,
Because i seen you do the same.
People don't lie,
When there is no one to hear them.
They are honest.

COMPLETELY HONEST!!!!

But i am the mirror looker
And i see it all.
I see them in their honesty.
Whether i want to or not.

I've seen confessions,
I've seen tears,
I've seen prayers,
I've seen fears.

I've seen terrors,
I've see revenge,
I've seen beginnings,
I've seen ends.

Because i am the mirror looker,
And that's what i do.
I see things in people,
That no one else does.

I'm doomed
To do it forever,
I think.
Which greatly troubles me.

I agonize over it
Day and night.
But there is no one
There to hear me.

I see everyone
But no one sees me.
But that's not
What hurts the most.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the crying woman,
But i cant tell her,
Shes not alone.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the bullied boy,
But i can't tell him
That i would be his friend.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the torn child,
But i can't tell her that she is
Not to blame for her parents divorce.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the man who wishes he was dead,
But i cant tell him that i wish
I could die for him.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the grieving widow,
But i cant tell her
How much her husband loved her.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the righteous man who goes unnoticed,
But i cant tell him that
I appreciate his virtuosity.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the rejected girl,
But i cant tell her
How beautiful she is.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the soldier who cries for his family,
But i cant tell him that they
Cry for him too.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the man who thinks he cant,
But i cant tell him
He can.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the broken heart,
But i cant tell of love
That's just around the corner.

What hurts the most
Is when i see the shattered soul,
But i cant tell
Of times healing hand.

This world is
Full to the brim
With pain and
Suffering.

And what hurts the most
Is that i cant do
Anything about it.
But you can.

For i am the mirror looker,
And this is my plight.
But you are a free soul,
So what will be yours.

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