It’s just a reflection, it does show the real you.
It’s just an image, it can’t possibly be true.
They spoke the words aloud,
But doubt was in their tone.
They didn’t wish to believe,
Would they react differently if they were alone?
She listened with a nod,
She made no pretense of the truth.
If they wished to deceive,
Then they weren’t ready to see the proof.
Each day more came to stare,
In horrified fascination at what was revealed.
Each day she offered no consolation,
For the truth would no longer be concealed.