Original Poetry: Reflection

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Can you picture me at all?

Why is my reflection someone I don't know?

Fair hands sliding down silvered glass

Reveal a smiling face - but a mask.

This reflection is an imposter -

Its true form hides in the shadows,

Fearing exposure.

Beauty without or beauty within?

A pretty face can hide so much sin.

A soul that may think itself pure

Can't lie to its reflection.