Imperfection

When the lights go out I can't see through the mirror,
but when the lights come on I can't bear the sight.

When a darkness fills my vision I fear not of what I see but rather of that which hides from me,
the darkness penetrates sometimes greater than the light when a curtain draws to close a never-ending night.

When the lights come on I raise my head to see what not seem real,
as the light shows the imperfection that darkness need not reveal