Fake Mask? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Your reflection isn't a pillar of strength.
It's just a pillar of salt melting in the rain.
Ask yourself: What's really - real?
Do you believe in that fake mask?
Hiding behind impenetrable scars...
It will only carve your insides out.
Make you a charlatan
at the mercy of other weaker phoney's.
Who wants nothing more than to break you?
Don't be self-hoaxed or self-loathing.
Don't be putty in their evil hands.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, I hate you.
But I remember how you made me your pawn-
and somehow, I drown in your depths-
only to survive and smash you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
I no longer heed your call.
I should have broken you a long time ago.