​Hey, Mirror 

You have been meditating in Slyvia Plath’s hall,

Now you hang up here at my bathroom wall.

Only you know that I cry,

Others just feel that my heart is so dry.

Its the first time I will have a shave,

Ahead of this I have a journey to pave.

Loyalty is both your asset and liability,

But you will never undermine my ability.

You will swallow my every emotion

That of a little boy who imitates his father,

Or of an old man whose son should take care of him rather.