Mirror Mirror

Like a pompous peacock I strut about

Like a soldier in mock array

With weapon high and new-found guise,

no one knows my name.

Pinned to my lips a sunny smile,

A ploy to fool them all,

They’ll never know that in this game

I train to go a mile

But Behind closed doors,

A skeleton slinks from my closet

And with torment mined from hidden moors

 The façade is stripped from me

I stand exposed,

Flesh ripped and torn,

Broken bones, a lonely image

that finally surrenders the lengthy lies

With every confession and every truth

Blood spurts from a gaping wound

But still, with bloodied hands, scarred from battle

I twist from the truth before me.

Like a pompous peacock I strut about

Like a soldier in mock array

With weapon high and new found guise,

No one knows my name

Pinned to my lips is a sunny smile

A ploy to fool them all,

They’ll never know that in this game

I train to go a mile......