I Ask of My Reflection

I stare at him for a while With wet hands I fix my hair I try to make a casual smile And while I judge I see him stare His eyes I've grown to know so well They're warm and kind They're hard and bright What he sees he'll never tell What I look like If I'm all right He stalks me like a silent shade He's always there I catch his gaze And on his side, judgments are made Good or bad He always stays And so I'd ask of my reflection What has he seen What does he know From years of watching inverted vision Did I get lost Or did I grow