Reflection's Eye

My friend, you look at me with judging eyes;

Disapproval of my vanity, you show.

You dare to wear my face, yet scorn me so,

As if you wish upon me my demise.

My image in your glass is no surprise;

You have long kept me humble and low.

My disdain, like yours, should only grow.

You dare not flaunt a hint of any lies,

And though you present no warmth for viewers,

Contempt cannot hide beauty apparent;

Reluctantly you spur the loathed conceit.

Forced are you to be self-love’s ewer,

Sustaining affairs through many lights bent;

Amidst the lust, you must admit defeat.