Consequence

When you look at me
Just what is it you feel?
Why are you afraid to ask?

The mirror stays the same
It's just the frame that's changed
Why is that so hard to grasp?

Before you throw that stone
Think of all that you condone
Think of what you let go past

I am not disposable
I am not controllable
I just can't see what you see as sense
I am not of no consequence

When you look at me
What is it you feel?
Why are you afraid to ask?