Reflections

It stands before me quizzical,
Satire enshrouds and quip,
Its eyes reading my aura,
Deplore of my recent endeavours,
Doused in naked flames, it holds me in its grip.
 
It moves to my every rhythm,
Fabricates and masks in attempt to ascertain,
Eclipsed only in shadow,
It returns as I do, see through and vain.
 
Obscured in pain and devilry,
Incessant truth lingers midst the eyes,
Mutilated outlook on inner depth,
No matter how hard I try,
I cannot disguise.