If you live in a house of mirrors
As I do, my son
You really must take care
What stones you throw
For the very things you see
That upset you so,
These things are but reflections
Of the faces we don't like to see
Our inner selves
So carefully hidden
Show up in the eyes
Of the innocents we see
And angry at ourselves
We cast stones at the innocent
But this only serves,
If we look closely enough,
To shatter the illusion
That we're looking at anything
Other than ourselves
So do be careful
Of the stones you throw
Look past the illusion
And your anger
Like the reflection
Will quickly fade.