I look at myself in a broken mirror
Attempting to distinguish who I am.
On one half of the mirror
I see a smooth, appealing smiling image
who's beauty entertains the eyes of the beholder.
On the other half of the mirror
an slowly aging sickly figure
with a deceitful smile that
plagues and toys with society.
I quickly put the broken mirror away
before I can discover the truth of
who I really am.