Pinked lips swollen and bruised
Kohl eyes that were sunken holes
Fine skin was crisscrossed, shedding
And against the pale and bloodless
Ran dried black tears, aimless
Like paths in wilderness, staining.
The mirror replied as such.
To the pretty, smiling face-
Ready to step out in grace.
A mask hides much.
N.B. So many interpretations but only one of them is true.
Maverick Misfit 