*Mirrors don’t lie*

As I ornate myself for the party,

cartoon-hairpins, smiley earrings, kohl eyes

I stole a look in the mirror,

“What for those ugly pimples” it smiled, wickedly.

I ignored it while I adored my dress-

Royal blue frock gown, frilled collar and a stole to add the grace;

I smiled bright to the mirror

“… or to cover up that extra fat” it snatched the glow from my face.

‘Shut up you moron’, I shouted out loud

I slapped it in anger and left the room.

I hummed some tune to vanish the gloom.

Flickering lights, booze and weed, gals and guys, awed my eyes.

Lovely faces, dirty smiles, bang of the beats, bop giddy…

…and she said it was a birthday party!

I’m scared, I run fast, I reached the washroom,

I see the mirror; I’m relieved.

I closed my eyes, let roll the tears

I breathe in, rotten- smells the air

And, I heard it saying, “you do not belong here”.

Friends lied, so did my mind, and now my eyes cry.

All the world’s a liar but no never, the mirrors don’t lie.