The mirror does not lie;
no, the truth it speaks
cuts me like glass shards.
It shows me as an image
with jagged thoughts
and edgy temperaments.
When deep inside, where
reflection truly lies~
the real me is revealed.
It is a painful realization,
seeing that this figure
is such a fragile figment.
What hides beneath skin
is exposed by broken heart
though I tried to conceal it.
It shatters this cracked soul
because all of this time,
my identity was kept within.
But now the mirror echoes
what lies inside as well as
what lies on skin’s surface.
It shatters this cracked soul
Because all of this time,
My identity was kept within.
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