Here's a non-mythological poem for a change, but one still premised on being someone or something else. (Perhaps both, in this case.)
Mirror, Mirror
You look at me every day
but only think you see yourself.
You don’t even realize
I’m the reverse of you:
my right is your left,
my lie, your truth.
Mirror, Mirror
You look at me every day
but only think you see yourself.
You don’t even realize
I’m the reverse of you:
my right is your left,
my lie, your truth.
