Mirror, Mirror

If I were to see myself
as you see me
I would be an ugly thing.
I would be a reflection of words and opinions
all wrong
jumbled together to make a
mismatched, misinformed misanthropist;
blind in both eyes,
closeminded, and
open-mouthed.

There would be no beauty
in my face
no cohesion of form
or semblance of realism.
I would be a cubist photograph
with three ears and
no legs
a thing to be pitied,
for it could never be
whole.

If I were to look at myself
through your eyes
I would be an ugly thing.
I would have no tangible essence, no
humanity or love.
I would be an ice-sculpture
crafted by a child
with no conception of the human form
and you would shatter me
without bothering
to pick up the pieces.

Why do you see
something so horrible?
I am not wretched.
I am not ugly.
Why do you look at me
with such
disgust
in your eyes
(metaphorically speaking)
when I have said nothing, done nothing
that could possibly be construed
as insane.

Perhaps, if you were to look at me
the way I see me
you would find that
the person you are seeing
is yourself.

HAHA!

*ahem*

I relate too much to this poem. It appealed to me, especially the content, thus I liked it very very much. It's nice to see that I'm not alone.

Just one grammar thing:
Why do you look at me
with such
disgust
in your eyes
(metaphorically speaking)
when I have said nothing, done nothing
that could possibly be construed
as insane.
You start with 'why' but don't end with a question. I also didn't particularly like that sentence, but it's probably just me.

It was slightly cliche at the end, which made me dislike the last stanza. But I did like reading the poem. I thought the images were great.