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mirrors

Mirrors are strange
With their homely ways
That reshape what is real

With the deceptive tweaks
That make our self-esteem weak
Joined by our souls becoming frail

A daily reminder
That beauty isn't kinder
Than what exists within

It's a people killer
That stands tall as a pillar
Never sugar-coated or given a filter

It's a reflection of deception
That takes us to a dimension
Where our images are reshaped

It's stronger than bricks,
More repetitive than a prick
It makes us want to be fake

We do this all
So we can fill in the spot
Of someone with beauty or not

But beauty is not real
The word doesn't exist

Because "beauty" is opinion
Not something to reminisce

And in the end
We are just skeletons of men
Who never understood the truth

And we will rot away
Like the dollars we pay
Because we are the decayed youth

Out of it all
Beauty was our downfall
And maybe you will now understand

Why society's beauty
Is the most lovely poison
Ever known to man