Raising dim eyes to the glass
(are illusions lies?) -she met her own glance
reassured, she carried the gaze away.
She loved that person,
with an intense jealousy
-found at a mascarade
how she yearned to be!
She had to look to the mirror
-hoping none would see
Needed to smother the dreaded spark of uncertainty
She lifted her nose, readied her dress
Instilled with new attitude,
-stuck out her chest
The contrary of elegance As she brushed off her sleeve,
Radiating arrogance a little girl playing make-believe.
