Morning Mirror

Mirror mirror?... You ask.

Brows so tinted and dark,

Lashes so heavy, it’s work Just to lift that mass,

You sit before me when it's still dark.

And ask for flattering remarks,

A tiresome task it becomes.

As you lightly blush your mask, I’ll remind you that I am not Queen Grimhilde’s magic mirror.

I’m mute and numb but not dumb.

Your new image on me saddens me.

As I am forced to reflect your perfectly engineered mask and after, you then ask if I like?

Well I like that you’ve become a brilliant artist but I loathe that you now depend on this mask so much that you have to sit here each morning to prepare your mask for others liking.

For as long as you’ve had me, I’ve never seen you so insecure. I wish I could cure you.

You don’t visit in the dusk anymore.

I miss the old you.

Sincerely,

your morning mirror.