I was your sole access to family news
Which helped me to stay essential to you.
I said the children were past their distress
And Tony had taken a cheap mistress.
I gave lying reports for no reason,
Which is how I guessed their true dimension.
Yes, I figured out how my misery
Played out on the level of pure story
And, like Dorian Gray with his portrait,
Was dumbstruck by the paradox of it.
By seeking to fathom my own nature,
I was caught in frames of endless mirrors.