The Mirror

By Charis Hesketh

I once heard that a mirror is filled with lies
It shows you that a person is fine
The minute that they turn around from their reflection
You finally see the pain in their eyes
The secrets they have been keeping for a while
The millions of thoughts in their mind
The person the mirror thought was perfect
Was actually a lie
But no one is perfect
Though in this world perfection is never a crime
Perfection is an allusion
And eats up the people we truly are
So we have to put on this face
Because if we don’t
The mirror will think we are a disgrace
Everyday we go to the mirror
And hide our scars and wounds
Put on our best fake smile
And head forward, towards our doom