What More Could It Be?

I look in the mirror,
and what do i see?
A normal reflection,
staring back at me.

A strong young man,
so calm and serene.
An image of me,
What more could it be?

But a mirror I know,
doesn't always work the same.
Instead it can also show,
the inner soul untamed.

So again i look,
and the reflection has changed.
Once more i see my self,
but the image is this time deranged.

How i am hurt this way,
I haven't a clue.
I'm so quiet and alone,
stained with tear residue.

I some how look weak,
Is this my every all?
I thought i was strong,
but now i seem so small.

I cant stand to see myself,
My soul, now so black,
I turn in shame and glance again...
Reality is back.

Once more i look into the mirror,
and what do i see?
A normal reflection,
What more could it be?