He stared into the eyes of the man before him,
The eyes he no longer recognized
He glared into their depths,
Seeing only a feint memory of the man
He reminded him of the promises he had made.
Broken promises and half truths.
He saw the man he once loved,
Still loved,
The man he secretly missed every minute of his life.
The man in the mirror was the face of a betrayal,
A betrayal to the man he really was.
In the end he turned around,
Stuck the mask to his face,
And continued to strive in society with a smile and a laughter he knew would never be true.
The Man In The Mirror
Used to be/wanted to become - nice view. ~A~