What Remains on The Mirror Sides

Too smart you're tricky, too kind I'm blind.

Too honest you misread, too tactful I'm cruel.

Too logical you're cold, too sensitive I'm dull.

Too great you impair, too bad I failed.

Too generous you're unvalued, too tightfisted I'm frugal.

Too smug you rest on laurels, too busy I trade youth for gold.

Too attractive you’re a threat, too plain I’ m dismissed.

Too deft you’re exploited, too blunt I'm maladroit.

Too patient you’re doormat, too guarded I’m aloof.

Too forgiving you’re weak, too ruthless, I’m uncouth.

Too certain you’re arrogant, too doubtful, I’m coward.

Too loving you’re desperate, too proud I'm impossible.

Too young you know nothing, too old, I've lost my soul.

Too alive you’re reckless, too dead I'm finally at peace.

So tell me what virtue survives

when every mirror has two sides?

Because when someone dies,

all the little judgments

the too this, too that

fade into the past.

What remains is not the measure,

not the fault, nor the frame

only the love they left behind,

and the lives that still bear their name.