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Mirrors are Talented Liars
Me, myself, and I
A peculiar type
Accepting the fact
That whatever's inside
My deluded head
Is actually a creature instead
So when I see
My stupid reflection
I know it's not
What should be reflected
Now stop believing
That what you see
Is a mirror image of me
This is the truth
I've come to rely
My saving grace
Is a fucking lie
A peculiar type
Accepting the fact
That whatever's inside
My deluded head
Is actually a creature instead
So when I see
My stupid reflection
I know it's not
What should be reflected
Now stop believing
That what you see
Is a mirror image of me
This is the truth
I've come to rely
My saving grace
Is a fucking lie
Published 18th Jul 2017
| Edited 19th Jul 2017
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19th Jul 2017 5:39am
Fairy, amen to this. What we see in mirrors reflected is a construct subject to broad interpretation. One day I see handsome me and the next fat me etc. Better that we see the permanent beauty inside rather than the false reflection. Brava! I enjoyed reading this piece.
19th Jul 2017 6:15am
Gahddess, that's exactly the message! Thank you for commenting and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Anonymous
21st Jul 2017 11:55pm
Traveling.. raw and powerful.. mirrors, are talented liars.. there are many layers to a person.. most are way deeper, than what we see as face value.. much respect..
Dave
Dave
22nd Jul 2017 00:56am
People are like jawbreakers, they have many layers... Some sweet, others sour... Thank you Dave for your kinds words!
