Truth stares right at your face,
Just look into the mirror,
And see the change,
Those eyes speak the truth,
A language only you understood.
Scraps of soul are on sale again,
This time reasons weren’t the same,
Mirror refuses to lie,
As you put up a polite smile.
It is the only friend you have,
In front of whom you can cry,
Smile, smirk or just stare,
It will give a patient ear.
Not there to judge your actions,
Every time when you defy perfection,
People around you are jealous,
Deep inside you crave satisfaction.
Bare truth needs no clothes,
It reflects your bruised soul,
Assure yourself umpteen times,
‘I was right, and cheated again,’
But the mirror won’t lie.
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