I stare into the Mirror,
a false reflection stares back
a mask that hides the real me.

I cover my face in clensing waters and stare down at my salvation.
The tempting sharp blades sit before me, begging me to cut away the falsehood.
I press the sharp metal to my face and the mask falls away with ease,
I look down at the soiled water and then up at my reflection again
I continue...

Pressing the blades to my skin again I feel reborn,
and as I come to finsh my task I hear a cry in the distance
"Come on Steve, haven't you finished shaving yet?"