Metaphors

I'm a mirror in disguise

My clothes and skin are all a guise

Despite how I look I will continue to reflect

What goes on around me is what I project.

I am a magnet, but no one knows

Think what you might, it's probably a show

Opposites attract, moon chases the sun

But that works in more ways than one

I am a billboard wrapped around bones

Feast your eyes, I'm not alone

New! Buy! Fancy! Stuff! Look at me!

This is the way that leads to misery.

I should be a window, clear and clean

I, transparent, the other side is to be seen

Someone else more existent to be seen though

I shouldn't be noticed, there's something bigger to look to.