I am just like a mirror on your wall,

I have eyes to see, ears to hear it all.

I watch you laugh, I watch you cry,

But no hands to help, no voice to reply.

I’ve seen your sleepless, anxious nights,

The battles you hide, the internal fights.

I hear your whispers, your silent pleas,

But I’m trapped in this frame, unable to seize.

I saw your heart break, splinter, and bleed,

Saw you love those who didn’t meet your need.

I wanted to shout, “Don’t go that way!”

But my lips are sealed; I’ve nothing to say.

I watched your childhood, your fragile grace,

The dreams that lit up your shining face.

Now I see the doubt cloud your mind,

And still, I can do nothing but bind.

I have no arms to catch your fall,

No way to stop the pain at all.

I see the red flags, bold and bright,

But I’m cursed to reflect, not fight.

You pass me by, day after day,

Unaware I’m here, yearning to say:

“I feel your sorrow, your joy, your strife,

I see the kaleidoscope of your life.”

Yet I remain—a silent spy,

Witnessing everything until you die.

I am your shadow, your secret guard,

But this voiceless existence leaves me scarred.

Am I human? Or just glass and frame?

Why do I feel both pride and shame?

I observe, I endure, I can never be free,

Forever bound to reflect your reality.