BAD BARD POETRY

Who is that?
Who are we
We think we see?
And who is that
At the mirror sat?
Look more deeply
In your mirror,
Search those eyes
And you will shiver
Do you really know
Who looks back at you?
Which one is figuring
Just who is who?
For there’s a portal
In the eye
We gaze around
Afraid to spy,
That we deftly avoid
As though a plague
To keep our interactions,
Comfortably vague.
Not just the ones
We reserve for others
But from our restless conscience
That will always bother.
Avoiding your reflections
Will have you sapped
But spend time preening
And you’ll be trapped,
Caught in your reflections spell
To live your own dull devil's hell
Our constant gnawing disaffection
Is galvanised by self-reflection
Leaving us powerless to do a thing
But to our hall of mirrors cling
Unable to get over the idea of ourselves
Unable to climb down from lofty shelves
Yet we only have to step to the verge
To find extraordinary facets
Of ourselves emerge.