Cracked

Through the glass passed the masses
of reflections which upon first
inspection seemed limitless in their
scope but on a cracked perspective
split and multiply in uncounted
copies of one image in reality
all eyes fixed upon the one thing
most disliked by those who
care to gaze in the first place
without the haze of a mask
to shade the scope of lost hope
in the skin which age has played
so hard a game upon and shame
upon those whose goals have been to
wrend apart the shattered image
of youth and outlived worth in
the face of saving face in front
of those whose distortions have destroyed
beauty lost with unwanted age