Trust Me Not

In the mirror, I can't

escape reality

there is no flaw too small

to detect

Not enough makeup

to conceal

the unpleasant reflection

of myself.

But I always

go back to the mirror

thinking it'll be different

than before.

If I simply change clothes

find the right contour

go on a proper diet then

only then it'll change.

In reality the reflection

in the mirror

always stays the same

that knowing

illuminates the shadow

tied with pain

but maybe I set the bar over the moon.

So in fairness, what I see in the mirror isn't true.