Purple Wings

I am sick of reflections.

No matter how long I stare -

Nothing. Mine is obstinate.

After years it has not changed.

Years of painting on red lips

Darkening around my eyes,

Tinting my cheeks - and nothing.

Never lies? It never answers.

I ask my mirror how I look

But it stays silent and shows me

The mask that I have just applied.

But I know it knows my features

For it taunts me with every glance,

When our eyes meet, I see it knows,

And look, I grow sick of those eyes.