My Story at the MIrror

I washed my face and faced the truth,
Of sorrow, sadness, and feeling no good.

My reflection stared back at me,
But I used to avoid it, not wanting to see.

My eyes cry,
A facade that doesn't seem to lie.

I put on makeup, a smile, and a mask,
But inside, I was still carrying a heavy task.

People see me as proud and fine,
But they don't know the pain that's mine.

Every day feels like yesterday,
Nothing changes, and nothing's new in any way.

I'm dying inside, and it shows,
As my heart beats slowly and my breath slows.

I can't pretend anymore and follow the beat,
I'm tired of hiding and keeping so deep.

So I wash my face once again,
To let go of the mask that's been my friend.

Now I'm alone with my pain,
And I let my tears fall like rain.