I Was Looking Back At You, To See You Looking Back At Me...

Dear Mirror,

How many faces have looked in you before me? You must be at least 80 years old. That's a whole lot of history, that's a whole lot of style, that's a whole lot of laughter and tears and girls elbowing each other out of the way.

How many people that looked in you were unable to look themselves in the eye? Did you ever feel like slapping the ones who wouldn't stop looking, chastising them with a "don't you know it's rude to stare"? Have you ever laughed at the people who sing into their hair brushes whilst singing cheesy pop songs they would never confess to liking in real life?

Were you outraged at the ones who racked up line after line and never so much as took a duster to you afterwards? Or do you like to party hard? When you see the boy checking out his reflection and flexing his pecks is it possible not to giggle? What about the saucy folk, do they make you blush? Do you just see my outside or can you see my inside too? Have you ever seen someone so ugly that you just wanted to break? If I broke you, would you be so hard as to curse me with 7 years of bad luck or did someone make that up once because broken glass cuts? People see themselves in you but if you were to write down all you've seen, do you think you might run out of words?

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, I was wondering, that's all...

Yours sincerely,