KNOWING - A REFLECTION

When I look at you,
I see myself.
You seem to know me,
Like no-one else.

You seem to know,
What I'm really about.
But you do not know me,
From inside out.

So what do you really know?
You do not know me at all.
You see what you want to see.
You're a disillusioned fool.

Things are not how they appear,
And you'll never know me well.
You don't view the inner me;
You're a mirror. I'm myself.

2002