You can't see the world through a mirror

Days have been feeling strange to me. I am alone most of the time, yet, quite content.
I look at myself a lot these days.
Sometimes I look at the mirror and wished the bump on my nose wasn't so big. Sometimes I brush my hair back and thought I'm the strangest looking creature on earth. Sometimes I wonder why I don't look like my mother at all when they all say I do. The truth is, I never really knew what I look like. I should stop looking at myself; after all, you can't see the world through a mirror.