What do you see?

You always seek my approval. Be it morning, afternoon, or evening, you always come to me. You stare at me, sometimes for only a brief second, sometimes for a long time. I do not know why you stare at me, for I have never seen myself. Yet I have seen all of your emotions. I have seen you barely awake, rubbing your eyes. I have seen you rushing, late for school, smearing your face with makeup. I have seen you smiling jubilantly, crying hysterically, always looking to me as if for answers. Sometimes you walk away happy, sometimes sad. You tilt your head this way and that, and I assume you must be trying to see me from different angles.
I must be extremely beautiful for you to stare at me each and every day  without fail. If only I could see myself...