Reflection - a poem

My paradise has no mirrors.

So that I can brush my teeth everyday,

Without gazing into the face,

Of He Who Must Mend His Ways.

My paradise has no mirrors.

So that I can simmer in my lonely blues,

Unafraid to lie, not scared if I lose,

To He Who Makes No Excuse.

My paradise has no mirrors.

So that I may embrace all my colours in peace,

Hidden away from the vision so keen,

Of He Who May Never Be.

My paradise has no mirrors.

My paradise doesn't instil the need ,

For betterment. But despite that

( or that's precisely why, maybe)

My paradise doesn't have me.