Reflections

When I look into the mirror
Is it a true reflection I see?
Or is it someone else,
Just playing the part of me?
At times I see a young girl
Full of vigor, her entire life left;
Yet other times I see a frail woman,
On the verge of death.
Back and forth, in and out
Through the barriers of time
My so called “self” the only reflection
And reality? I can not find it.

The life I lead a fabrication
Reality banished to a dark & endless void
Seeming never to be released….
And speak of a life well enjoyed,
The lies and distortions are allowed to bathe in the light….

As opposite as black and white; lies and truths
Long days and lonely nights.
So when I look in a mirror is it a TRUE reflection I see?
Or is it just someone else playing the part of me?