Deceptive Introspection

Would you look deep into the mirror?
It's shiny depths - lying reflections
Of who you think yourself to be.
Don't look too far, you might just see
The faults that exist, but virtually.
You fall, expecting feathery silver,
Ripples of false identity.
Why then did solid ground hit you?
Shattering silver to a million pieces.
Your forehead cut by sharp deception-
The road welcoming your consciousness
Shaping your earlier, purer self
Into the false image you see
No longer false, now reality.
The mirror, that was your seething brain
Fearing for its sculpting hands.