The diminishing light helped provide
Enough illumination for the inside
To come out revealed, discovered, on display,
Torn from beneath the mask outworn every day.
This glass is magical in its power to show
All imperfections of skin and ego -
Merciless, it inflicts the pain of naked truth
Whether you are aged or in the arms of youth.
Mirrors will display who you really are
Even though they show what others see from afar,
But what you don't realize is that what you see
Is not what you display yourself to be.
The reflections are dreadful because you know
What lies beneath the mask they show,
And only you can see the imperfections
While other see nothing but meaningless projections
Of flesh and skin, of bones and veins
Of what life at end of days claims;
No else can see yourself through your eyes
Except the mirror that you learn to despise.
