I did this image a long time ago for a poem I had written. One I also lost. It was about a woman searching the mirror for the happyness some how lost. This is nothing like the poem was, but it's the jest of it. All the pain, all the fears All the lies, all the tears. This the cost, Youth now lost. With mask in place, all is well. With the plastic smile, no one can tell. Sorry, it's not a great poem. One of those from the heart things don't always come out right. ~S~