Everyone calls me beautiful
Wonderfully made
Perfect
Intelligent
When in reality I'm just a broken mirror
Reflecting the people around me
That's my job
Reflect the beauty around me
Show people their real selves
Both good
And
Bad
I give pieces of myself to others,
Give them a mirror they can rely on
Something to show them the beauty the lies just beneath the surface
So what people see is themselves
Never me
Because if they saw the person behind the mirror
They would laugh
Run
Ridicule
The irony behind being everyone's mirror
Is that whenever I look into mirror
Reflections of oneself
I see a monster
Waiting to claw everything until they end up as threads
A pathetic person
Who runs
Flees
When there is a chance for redemption
Respect
Love
You get it
But maybe that's the point
You get it
You see it
Just like I do
