The faces in the mirror seen,
aren’t good or bad or in between;
but any change he’d like to make
would just create another fake;

A self-indulgent mind’s eye view
which hides the old inside the new.
a camouflage, in part a game,
but necessary all the same.

And those of us who somehow know
which part is real and which is show,
accept each mask that he requires
and play the game as he desires.

But late at night when demons creep
around his thoughts, preventing sleep,
he knows the kind of man he is
and sees the face that’s truly his.