Guilty

When you ask,
I say I’m okay.
If I show anything less, 
You cast your fears onto me
Your worries about me. 

A mirror will never trust me,
Why?
Because it sees me everyday.
If it could speak,
It would question why,
Every time I go to it,
I Fix my hair
Brush my teeth,
And smile.

The night before,
It heard me cry…
I imagine it would reflect all day, 
On why I put on a face 
And step out everyday
Like everything is okay. 

I may be broken, 
But view me as I am.
Admire the person I give to you,
No one ever wants to be
Inspected when guilty.