MIRRORS

Looking into mirrors what do I see?
Me…
standing there so pretty.
Looking farther past the mirror.
And now…
Who is that?
That’s not me or is it?
It couldn’t be.
Disgusted by the sight, I wrap my hand and…
*crash* goes the glass.
That’s me.
Who I’ve become.
No one wants to see.
I look down in shards of mirror.
What do I see?
A monster to be. I can’t stand this part of me.
Ignoring the sight past the mirror, I go back to the
surface.
Me…
standing there so pretty.

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