Face In the Mirror

The face in the mirror looks right at me A dainty forgery I ain't acquianted with Complete with a counterfeit smile Perfect deception has found its niche'... Eyes they say can never lie Don't remember the last time they didn't A dandy accomplice to my facial couture Marked by a slick evasive glint... The idyllic countenance...the devil-may-care The proud alibis of my embrace with deceit Being me isn't good enough...being true isn't safe Ironical but true...feigning indeed is a feat... The face in the mirror gloats my success Blending perfectly in this masquerade of delight With a silent promise to keep me afloat A definite assurance to conceal my plight...