The mirror hangs on the walls of hope
Hope of a pretty face
Hope of a mask that hides the truth
A picture of perfect grace
But the mirror does naught but show true skin
A pimple here, a scar there
It is us who try to obscure our flaws
And build a sheath of beauty so fair
Some trust the mirror to trust themselves
When they say that they hold no lies
But what can mere countenance prove?
The vanity of pride, or the betrayal of guise?
Alas! The mirror shows only a face
The glow of a soul it sweetly hides
Our reflection is what our faces say
Not the true beauty of our inside
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
The mirror hangs on the walls of hope
Hope of a pretty face
Hope of a mask that hides the truth
A picture of perfect grace
But the mirror does naught but show true skin
A pimple here, a scar there
It is us who try to obscure our flaws
And build a sheath of beauty so fair
Some trust the mirror to trust themselves
When they say that they hold no lies
But what can mere countenance prove?
The vanity of pride, or the betrayal of guise?
Alas! The mirror shows only a face
The glow of a soul it sweetly hides
Our reflection is what our faces say
Not the true beauty of our inside
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