Glass Mask


I keep walking into mirrors
Mirrors that I face
And when I look their way
I see something that I’ve made

Of skeletons and broken bones
Not paint on lips and blush on face
The mirrors change once I leave my home
The broken figure is replaced

A woman emerges and takes my place
Starring with daggers into the air
And each step she takes, she takes with grace
As the wind softly shifts her hair

This being faces no fear
With a throat of bravery and spine of design,
No mirrors are near
No glass to repair time after time.

When I see my reflection so severe
I begin to adopt her tone
With elegance, I’ll persevere
But I change again when I reach my home

The flawless creature disappears
My body suddenly begins to ache
As the faded mirrors reappear
And their dusty glass begins to break.

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