by Miross

A face in the glass stares deeply into your soul.
Its eyes pierce your skin
sending a shiver down your spine.
The image moves as you move...
It knows what you know.
It does not look as it should.
This face looks sick...
A face rotting with pain and iniquity
It is pale 
The more you continue to stare the more rage begins to seep in.
These piercing eyes
that jagged tongue...
they lie to you
lie to the world.
In your mind you hear a familiar command
to hide this travesty from mankind 
and mechanically obeying, you deem your daily mask.
Tears and anger become a plastered smile for all to see
and eyes filled with hatred become a beacon of hope
You stare at the image that looks back at you now
It still moves as you move.
And knows what you know.
But this face is different.
Strikingly beautiful.
this face 
is the picture of perfection.
Each new day brings a new face
a transformation of body and soul...
Hiding the monster that lurks within.
Eagerly waiting in the shadows
To show the world
Your true form. 

Reflection by Miross

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