the plight of the mirror looker

I am the Mirror Looker.
Or at least that’s what they call me.
And by they I mean myself because no one knows I exist.
I am the Mirror Looker.
I see through every mirror in the world, and observe all who look back.
You'd be surprised at what people will do when they think no one is looking.
Or maybe you wouldn't since I've seen you do the same.
People don't lie when there is no one to hear it.
They are honest.
Completely.
Honest.
But I am the Mirror Looker, and I see it all.
I see them in their honesty whether I want to or not.
I've seen confessions,
I've seen tears,
I've seen prayers,
I've seen fears,
I've seen terrors,
I've seen revenge,
I've seen beginnings and I've seen ends.
Because I am the Mirror Looker, and that’s what I do.
I see things in people no one else does.
I'm doomed to it forever; I think which greatly troubles me.
I agonize over it day and night.
But there is no one to hear me.
I see everyone; no one sees me.
But that’s not what hurts the most.

What hurts the most is when I see the bullied boy, but I can't tell him that I would be his friend.
What hurts the most is when I see the torn child, but I can't tell her she's not to blame for her parents' divorce.
What hurts the most is when I see the rejected girl, but I can't tell her how beautiful she really is.
What hurts the most is when I see the crying woman, but I can't tell her she's not alone.
What hurts the most is when I see the grieving widow, but I can' tell her how much her how much me husband loved her.
What hurts the most is when I see the man who wishes he was dead, but I can't tell him I wish I could die for him.
What hurts the most is when I see the righteous man who goes unnoticed, but I can't tell him how much I appreciate his virtuosity.
What hurts the most is when I see the man who thinks he can't, but I can't tell him that he can.
What hurts the most is when I see the soldier who cries for his family, but I can't tell him that they cry for him too.
What hurts the most is when I see the broken heart, but I can't tell of the new love that waits just around the corner.
What hurts the most is when I see the shattered soul, but I can't tell of times healing hand.

This world is filled to the brim pain and suffering.
And what hurts the most is knowing I can't do anything about it.
But you can.
For I am the Mirror Looker and this is my plight, but you are a free soul.
So what will be yours?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is my first ever poem tell me what you think

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Umm I got the chills. Like I

Umm I got the chills. Like I kno exactly the feeling.