Lie

When strings draw loose
Cords drawn taut
The perfect glass cracks with a line across
The reflections shift from tears to laughter
One minute of each, observes the outsider -

Then the image of reality comes crashing in
It splinters, it hurts, draws blood, hysteria
Stabs, impales, pierces the heart, cripples the mind
One minute of each, gasps the insider -

The ropes begin to gather
Another knot forms
A mirror stands on the wall
No, there's nothing wrong.