In front of the street vender
The transparent glass grins

Revealing my twisted thoughts
Covering my eyes I turn away

In this distorted reality of broken masks
The grey colored crowd gathers

Yelling shameful while smirking
Pointing and staring they laugh

A small dot then appears with a dim light
Revealed only to the covered mirror

Before I notice, my hands reach out
Trying its best to grasp the uncertain

Slowly breaking the fake smile
Revealing a hideous expression