The Mirrors Speak

Looking at the mirrors, hung upon the wall,
there I see something strange, a pandora's box...
the angelic looks, the satanic nooks,
the hidden emotions and so many notions,
I close up on the matching face,
resembling are looks
but emotions fake...
Hey! look at those eyes,shining bright...
oh! even the glossy shines,
cried and had dried,
so when the hurting striker,
shoots between the poles
the bright eyeing keeper,
saves the goal.
there I look down a bit at the smiling curl
mirror it properly, the other way it whirls,
but hoping that the smile fades away...
those sadness and disappointing blues,
for everyone its happiness and the jolly hues...
so who says "Mirrors do lie",
they speak the truth that u can never deny...