This is a conversation between a girl and her mirror.
Italics are used for the mirror and standard for the girl.
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What is the point of looking at you?
The same me every day staring into your eyes,
Hoping that there will be different versions to choose.
The fault is mine I show you without filters
Happiness is when I speak flattering lies
The world is not glitters
When they express, all of the wisdom flies.
Ha, you forgot that I am part of everyone's life
And trust me
They are asking the same thing you are asking now
Probably the demons of insecurities are shouting loud
People tend to forget their daily deeds
You expect them to remember your daily feeds
The same you I reflect every day
In a hope that one day you will say
"If not this world
At least I should love myself".
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The struggle to love ourselves is infinite but we can do our best by ignoring the wrong people around us.
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PoetryIt's a collection of poems on different topics. hope you will enjoy it.
