I walk unto my mirror

For lack of vanity or gain,

But rather to consult myself,

On certain internal pains.

“Why do I lie to all?”

I ask myself with fright.

My blinking twin stares back at me,

And says nothing of my plight.

I turn away, disgusted,

At my failure to comply.

When suddenly the mirror speaks:

“Because if you told the truth you’d die.”

I spin around and glare at me,

“What know you of my ways?”

The lovely woman stares deep into my heart;

I cannot escape her gaze.

“You lie because you fear the truth,

You lie because you can,

But if you wish to free yourself,

The truth you can no longer ban.”

Her words shatter in my head;

All the locks inside undo.

I crumple to the wooden floor,

As the truth starts coming through.

I cry and wash away my fears,

As the years add on my face.

I stand with regained composure.

There is something out of place.

In the mirror stands an old lady,

With a lovely woman on the floor,

I stare in shock as I realize,

My past reflection is no more.

“So you’ve finally come to see me,”

Says the woman to explain,

“You never lied to others, dear,

Just to yourself, to keep you sane.”

“Impossible!” I cry aloud.

“I can’t look just like you!”

The lady shakes her solemn head,

“But honey, yes you do.”

In disbelief I smash the mirror,

Cutting deeply in my hand.

The blood pours out profusely,

But I still don’t understand.

In the largest shard I see once more,

The old lady who took my place.

“You’ve faced the truth, and now you’ll die,”

Says my haunting old twins face.