Hanging loosely on the wall.
Every day there for all.
Walk up to it for a peak.
Shining back, pale and meek.
See yourself in its rims.
Your reflection grins.
For this is not you,
But what is true.
Deep desires locked away.
All come out to play.
Reveal themselves to the world.
Nature of heart is swirled.
Molded to show
What you wish to not know.
Monstrosity and sin
Is what you have been.
Hide it all from your friends
Family and all that bends.
But you can’t deny what’s true
This is the real you.
