Break The Mirror

I look into the mirror and all I see,

is reflection of someone looking back at me.

How can I be so familiar with someone I've never seen?

Only in pictures, mirrors, and reflections so clean.

Oh, but we know each other well.

This reflection has seen every angle of me.

But I wonder, what do they think of the real image of me?

Do they see beauty, or do they just look at personality?

To look someone in the eye, and see beauty,

or to look into the eyes of a soul.

The new question is, who all can be fooled.