Reflected Truth

And hearts it only breaks.
One thing we hope it makes,
That fickle thing our fame,
We love it all the same,
The same sick old game,
Our pain never to name.
Break it into shards,
Truly then view the cards,
Story tellers and aged bards,
Take it away,
Beauty only need say,
Truth we need not pay,
The mirror, the shower of things we want to see.
Breaker of hope,
Causer of misery,
Why we love you I do not know,
But through life you help us cope,
To imaginations we must go.