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Talking Glass
“be quiet, the glass is talking”
whispering reflection
I’m hungry for the truth
not ready to believe
what the mirror has to say to me
a broken masterpiece
a perfect storm
she told herself she was good enough
the mirror smiled
and told her otherwise
I can’t believe what I see
this human being
withered away
but not yet free
the mirror isn’t listening
maybe I’m the one
who’s dead inside
this mirror isn’t broken
I’m just me
and the mirror laughed
whispering reflection
I’m hungry for the truth
not ready to believe
what the mirror has to say to me
a broken masterpiece
a perfect storm
she told herself she was good enough
the mirror smiled
and told her otherwise
I can’t believe what I see
this human being
withered away
but not yet free
the mirror isn’t listening
maybe I’m the one
who’s dead inside
this mirror isn’t broken
I’m just me
and the mirror laughed
Published 6th Nov 2018
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20th Dec 2018 7:42am
5th Feb 2019 1:37am
always wonderful to find someone who can relate, thanks for stopping by :)
20th Apr 2019 2:37pm
You're welcome... I'm just grateful to encounter someone who writes about the same topic... it seems to be a bit of a taboo... or just to sensitive...
