the one who can see me

i've lately looked to the mirror to find out what i lack, but the mirror has no opinions. it doesn't see how i act. it only sees my appearance, it knows nothing more. it doesn't see how i am outside, what i’m like outside that door. 

i've lately looked to the door for guidance, for direction, for a way. but the door can't choose it for me, i have to decide which path to take. i have to open it myself then direct my steps from there. outside, the possibilities blind me, there are dreams in the air.

i've lately looked to the sky, to find opportunity. but the dreams there belong to others. there's nothing just for me. there are many places I can go from here. each direction better than the last. i wish i had a friend to help.

an acquaintance from the past, he would answer some of my questions like, should I go far or stay near? instead, he gives me some different advices. advices i don't want to hear he says, to go back to the beginning, that I’m starting off far too soon.

but then i realize i haven't moved at all. i’m still here, in the same room. so i look to a different mirror. not for the outside, but in this 'mirror', is the one who helped me; the one I can call a friend.

unlike the mirror, this friend can judge.
he can show me the way, unlike the door.
unlike the sky, his advice is only for me.

unlike me, he's been there before.