Mirror, Mirror

• Arya Mahajan, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

They play a game I have already won
These oblivious fools
For I am as elusive as the night swallow
Deception is my forte

Wrapped around my fingers
Are their deepest darkest secrets
My observations are far more sharp
Than I have ever let on

They come to me
I tell them what they want to hear
Maybe it will result in my ultimate demise
These intricate web of lies

Ask no questions, and you will hear no lies
For a necessary lie is harmless
Dishonesty that builds
Is better than truths that destroy.