That's how they describe their life
They describe it as a reflection between the real them and the fake them
They describe it that way
By not just beauty, but as also insecurity
They describe it that way because the real them is stuck behind their reflection
The fake them is the exterior of the reflection looking out with an evil smirk on its face
People can't tell the difference
Between their reflections
All they see is a happy person with no worrries
No pain
No nothing bad
But little do they know
Where they see happiness
There is pain
Where they hear laughing
There is only pain
Where they see a sweet person
There is none  but a person with a troubled past
Where they hide their pain behind a reflection
There is only a smile taking it's place
They are crying
They are screaming
They are yelling
They are falling
They are being crumpled up like paper and thrown away like garbage
They are shattering like a plate falling on the floor
Yet they keep smiling
Laughing and talking in a voice as if everything is okay