The Mirror Doesn’t Lie

You never say it out loud—
but I see it.

Right there
in the moment before you look away.

The question you don’t speak.
The one that sits behind your silence.

Is anyone even watching?

You don’t come here to see what I see.
You come to measure.
To find what to fix.
What to hide.
What not to feel.

But I don’t show what’s broken.

I show what’s still holding on.

I see the story behind your eyes—
the sadness you buried, the dreaming you paused,
the rest you keep postponing.

I see the weight you carry
that no one ever asks about.
The kindness you give freely,
even when no one gives it back.

And the smile—
I know that one.
The one you’ve learned to wear
like makeup
to cover what you don’t say.

You keep showing up.
Pulling yourself together
like there’s no other choice.

But I know better.

Because I’m not here to flatter.
I don’t lie.
I reflect.

You look at me every day,
expecting me to change what you see.
But I don’t lie.

So, when you’re ready—
come back.
And maybe this time,
you’ll finally see me
for what I’ve always been.
The truth.

–Angela
The voice beneath Daughter, Unwritten.