Mirror, mirror,

off the wall,

spying me

through rise,

through fall.

Once again, I find we meet.

Your mirage of truth unveiled;

casting a reflection unknow.

I speak to you,

but me I cannot see.

How can a face you’ve always known

suddenly seem a stranger standing?

Those tired eyes are not mine.

I am awake.

That weak smile is not mine.

I am lively.

This is not me.

It cannot be me.

I was taught to be strong

and taught not to cry.

Yet a single tear falls

as I wonder why.

Why has this curse fallen upon me?

In frustration,

salt of my body wiped away.

I will stare you down,

in your labyrinth of lies,

until the day my face is found.