Two Eyes Staring Back

A reflection
Reflected against itself
Shows nothing
A void
Shaped in harsh despair.
To walk between them
Like parting indifferent lovers
With little of yourself to show for it.
The light of their eyes is incredibly bright
Shining out a beacon
A cry for help
A yen to be free from the shallow pond
That makes up either mirrors' reflective surface.
Most frightening of all
In this silent staring contest
Is the onlooker's desire
To be beautiful like glass
With no more substance
Under the assumption
That to lack true dimension
Is to lead a painless life,
And therefore
Be truly free.