Twisted

I see myself reflected in the mirror.
I see you.
You see me.
But this is a fun house mirror.
It alters reality. 
Or maybe it tells truth beyond our skin deep.
I want your attention?
You want all to see you in me.
You want your claim,
You want your name,
But the names you assign to me.
Is it all? .... I do not think.
Is it just?
But what is just to me.
Our skin is burnt with sins of the past.
Yours.
Mine.
Theirs.
Yet they throw glass.
Yet we throw stones.
But our hurts stay and last.