Pisaries Creator

He stood in front of the mirror to rehearse.
The introduction started well with description,
included the few people that made an impact on his views.
Another intelligent man in a crowd of many others.
The introduction turned into the body.
The meat of his life story not wanting to spoil.
He veered in a direction not intended.
An audience of one, his reflection.
Although his face in the mirror seemed to make gestures,
he did not recognize his own movements.
The response to his own words was strange.
His quick twitches of facial muscles felt foreign.
He watched his mouth take no emotional shape.
There was no movement anywhere from his body.
The reflection did not correspond to the other.
His voice demanded excellence as his speech continued.
There was nothing to stop himself.
He had reached the conclusion.
The words hugged his tongue.
The time had come for him to tell the truth.