To the somebody

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Who knows what hides
Beyond the emerald of eyes,
Beyond the sneers and bites,
And glances spiking?

Do they speak truth or lies,
Or are they fighting
The desire to take off the guise?
Or is it guise that hides under the truth?

Who can enlighten?
And show the ills and wishes of this mind?
The circle tightens...
And the reflection in the mirror smiles.