The mirror has been my enemy for so long I've grown to resent it
Not because it shines a light onto my flaws no...intitally all I can see in life is my flaws.
No the mirror shows me my reflection... expect Everytime I close my eyes I see someone different.. each one worse than the last.
The mirror makes me feel naked while I'm clothed Dead while I watch my breath latch onto the glass. The mirror tells me the most tragic truths ones that my heart can't seem to bear
People say that the mirror never lies
So is the stranger I keep seeing my reality?
Or does my mind not know how to play fair
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Acak🩷🧸Did he love you..or did he love the way you loved him Poetry is a way of communicating with the heart that only a few can understand when they look without the simple words that lie on a piece of paper. It's more than just an expression it's a...
