Reflection

As I look in the mirror, I touch what is there,
A male in his 20's, with two tone hair,
Sky blue eyes, and a crooked smile,
Nothing new, but I linger a while.

What have I become, as shadows form in eyes,
Never was I like this, this mirror, it lies,
Insecurities once had, shed many moons ago,
"I'm changing" I utter "And yet, they won't know"

Fingertips touch glass, tracing facade in the calm,
Digits open ungracefully, to press down a worn palm,
Lips, cracked and dry, attempt a grin,
But time is a cruel master, and envy is sin.

Lines in cheek corners, edging out in tiny creases,
Once smooth and plump, yet vanity always ceases,
Skin changes fast, reflects something greater,
and when I peer in, I see my true danger.

If I am to stare so long at my shell,
I'll never see my life laid so well,
Ego is a proposterous ruiner,
We need to stop allowing it to be a time consumer.