The Looking Glass

The looking glass before the eye
In silence flaunts its sheen-
The silence punctuated by
Words tapped upon the screen.

The tone of voice through choice of words
Resounds within my mind,
But how the tone without accords
May mock me deaf and blind.

Thus here I wave (yes, "waves" I write)
And then wait for "waves" back.
But in dismay, I wait all night-
The person hit the sack!

What's more and worse, without remorse
I shun the world outside,
The looking glass will reinforce
But push my life aside.

Then what about the people I
Distinctly view as friends?
I'm shunned as well! I lie and cry-
It's thus such friendship ends.