You definitely hide unhappiness behind

The mirror on the left and mirror on the right.

In your uncommon, stubborn  pride

Don’t even try to tease by tears of a child.

Forgot, I know your tricks,

Distorting clear truth.

You can not be too tight

In time when I’m too loose.

I see you from inside

The notion, that I have

To lose on other side

Of  false and cold pretense.

Forgive me, if I’m wrong

In thinking that I know

The truth about all

I saw in mystic show.

So long.