Glass flickers restless tired of flattery
It shows me—not the polished version but the truth beneath
Every unresolved sorrow flares like a constellation
I cannot look away
My reflection breaks into possibilities sharp and uncompromising
Old masks fall with the delicacy of shattered ice
The mirror sighs relieved to be honest
I listen trembling
Light shifts;my face rearranges into someone braver
Someone less willing to vanish for approval
The mirror approves its surface calm again
It recognizes me before I do
When I step back my shadow feels lighter
Authenticity costs but falsehood costs more
The mirror taught me both
A truth that refuses disguise is a gift