Mirrors

There is so much dirt upon this mirror that there is no chance to see
No chance to see a true reflection of what is staring back at me
Through this dirt I only see a distorted reflection
I see what the world has led me to believe is my reflection
I want to see what you see
My fingernails are caked with dirt as I desperatly try to clean away the grim the world has left
As sweat and tears begin to mingle I resign myself to settling for what I have
I have a sliver of clean mirror in which I see myself
Every once in a while I catch just a glimpse of how you see me and you were right, I am beautiful
But then that moment fades and I am staring at myself through the screen that covers the truth
I can't see past the words scrawled so hastily upon my mirror
No one even realized what they were doing
Taking their words, their random comments and making sure they stuck
And now they are there and no amount of cleaning can remove them
These precious words that you have spoken are forgotten so much faster
Please help me glimpse just one more second of what it is you see