there's a point
in life
when the mirror starts reflecting
back the life
lived.
what's on the inside
is now
on the outside.
a road map in reverse
of where you've been.
were there laughs, joy,
friendships and love,
or was it a life filled with
sorrow
and pain, self inflicted?
each line tells you the truth
of
what transpired.
anger and lying.
deception
and cruelty?
there it is in the folds
of skin, the fine lines
below the eyes. around
the lips. the furrowed brow.
the mirror is no longer
your friend
if that's the game you played.
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