Façade

 The mirror,

Its reflective face taunts me as,

I glare into the unforgiving depths.

The hand,

Caresses the un-crafted scars,

Prize of the former and forthcoming.

The tear,

Cascades over the lies and hatred,

Crafting the familiar path. Unchanged.

The silence,

Engulfs the beating,

Refining the veils.

The self-destruction remains.

Concealed by my,

Façade