The mirror doesn’t lie.
It cannot for there is no capacity for deception
Merely reflects what is in its sights
When I step before a mirror
My mind’s eye is what gets shattered

As any delusions of acceptability are destroyed
The sad thing is I need not the reflection
As my own eyes can see my obvious flaws
Starkly apparent even in the darkest pitch of night.
Perception, however, is said to be reality
So my stirrings stay deep within me
With nary a chance of losing them after all these years
No desire to lose them even though my time to change is past
Lack of ability is not the conflict anymore
Merely the loss of canvas to be painted on
No matter how I look to others or myself
I am cursed, or is it blessed?
To always be
Me