I looked in the mirror
And saw a reflection,
Not as clear as
I would have imagined,
But smeared, blurred,
Out of focus.
Is it my eyes that
Betrayed me?
Or is it my conscience?
Is it the endless thoughts
That creep into my head
That is making me see things,
Like this out of focus image,
A distant echo of my old Self.
Out of answers,
I looked harder and
Searched in depth.
Then I saw the answer,
Right in front of me.
It wasn't my eyes
That betrayed me.
It wasn't my conscience.
It wasn't my endless thoughts.
It was the mirror on the wall.
Caked with dust,
It stared right at me,
Disfigured, disgusting.
It plays trick on me,
Making me feel that
I am not my self.
'Don't trust the mirror',
Shouted the disfigured reflection.
Don't trust the mirror,
For it doesn't always
Speak the truth.
I am you, cried the reflection
From behind the dust.
Don't trust the mirror,
For it doesn't always
Let you see what is real.
Don't trust the mirror,
For it lets you see
What you want to see at times, and lets you see
What isn't real at times.
Don't trust the mirror
The silver coated Siren.
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A Piece Of My Heart
PuisiA collection of poems, inspired from the events that happened in my life or those around me. Rankings: #2 in Poetryislove #2 in Randompoems
