How I See Myself (Poetry)

The mirror tells lies —
that’s not really me
I’m younger than that
perhaps thirty-three
give or take a year

My filter applies
a lenient light
to soften the lines
and modify sight —
make age disappear

Through rose-tinted eyes
I pamper my skin
the magic of cream
seals youthfulness in
its proof is right here

Thus I fantasize
five minutes or more
refuse to get old
with my mindset sure
truth can’t interfere

Though reality tries
to unveil the cheat
this vision of self
is one vain deceit
that remains less clear