Analysis of Morning Mirror

I'm questioning your soul
I'm peering into you
searching within your depths
looking for your truth.
But I can't see into you
emotional walls looming, thick
I try to think of an answer
something that'll finally click.
You seem so lost & fragile
hiding behind that veil
is there another something
left for you to fail?
Those eyes that change color
as all those thoughts race through
the mousey brown hair, the split ends
the face with an acne scar or two.
Big forehead with its itchy rash
hairline is receding, too
laugh lines permanently etched
double chin prominently in view.
"I see you, though you don't see me..."
I suddenly hear myself say
while I'm staring into the morning mirror
and getting ready to start my day.