Mimic
It's me in the mirror.
Eyes black rimmed,
Mouth grim-faced without hope.
“Pull it together!”
I admonish knowing some days are easier than others.
"What would you know?"
My voice cracks at the counterfeit staring back.
"We are all infallible.”
I heard whimpered in response.
Forcing a smile to cast aside darkened discomfiture,
I mimic strength and joy,
melancholy no more.
Joy4no1
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