The mirror image always reflects,

The image is perfect,

The image is forgotten after a few minutes,

The image is gone,

The camera captures the perfection,

The camera immortalizes the image.

But do these images show the truth?

Do they show the horror beneath the facade?

Do these masks frighten us? 

Would we recognizes our masks in the mirror?

Perhaps it is our shadows that show our true selves,

Maybe that is why we cling to the inside,

It is the light that shows our darkness on the inside,

But as much as we cling to the inside, 

We can never accept it,

For it disrupts that which appears to be, 

Perfect.