so the accidental girl exposed herself in
her own wobbly circus mirror, you know,
the one where you’re a bit squashed and skewed and not quite you.
she held a pane up to the one who means the world
to her and all the smoke and mirrors,
upon which you may rely for warmth
receded and revealed a heartless deed.
she looked again and noticed her worst fears about her make-up.
she has the tendency to egotise, the very trait she hates to see.
so these mirrors have been weilded in some inadvertent war
and she finds she still is haunted by confusion long ignored.