My Face

The mirror on the wall

Shows a face that stares at me

As though probing me

By its acute eye-sight

All the while aping me,

It needs me

To express itself intimately.

The only drawback is

While it reveals it does not speak,

It has no voice of its own.

I ask

Why then the probe of me

People identify me by that face

They do not know me by that face

I cannot hide my face.