An Object (short poem)

[NakedBear]

Recently I found an object that speaks in volumes
When I open it, it goes silent
If I show it to friends, they laugh
If I hide it, it wallows and cries
In the cold light of understanding
Its surface shows my reflection
The object: Me

Hey. Glad you've finally found yourself.

The second to last line might be fun if the "my" is replaced with "its".

I'm guessing the whole thing is meant as a riddle. Maybe you could re-work it as an actual riddle? Of course, you'll have to add a bit so the reader has a hope of solving it.

Mikey.