A glance at a reflection,
With a sudden recollection.
How could it be?
It's her, but not me.
No one should know,
So, on with the show.
Only walls to speak at,
About all of that--
For truths I must hide,
A locked box, deep inside.
Why do they ask?
They know not of my mask.
I wish so much to tell,
But truth leads to hell.
Keep wishes for perfection,
Do not look at the reflection.