Reflections

What is it that I see in front of me?

My reflection – one that is peaceful.

Another reflection shows disturbance;

People wear different masks, why can't I?

At one time, they are my precious friends;

The next they've become my hideous enemies.

Yet they tell me I am a complete 'two-face';

Hissing their slithering words biting my heart.

In these stages of intelligent and subtle drama;

Seducing others with your multifaceted charade.

You may try to split my persona in two halves;

Poisoning their minds with your enticing insanity.

Suddenly four-mirrored walls surround me and you;

You confidently smile at your numerous reflections.

You study each and every mirror with shock and fear;

You touch me wondering where are my reflections?