Thinking you were all alone you glared at me in stranger’s home,
My silver rays’ writ on your face reflect a liar’s hiding place,
Yet through the lies I recognized recognition in your eyes,
You cannot change for want of chains, this lieful life must needs be maimed.
So I beamed back a frightful fact: “Homegrown is all of your despair!”
In my silence was your violence showing friends your hateful stare,
And finally they all could see you yell “unfair!” to no one there,
For my honest chrome mirrorly outshone your crazed and glassy glare.