Myself not as I truly am
But as I think I truly am. The
Mirror shows me things
False things. People say mirrors
Don't lie. My mirror can't
Tell the Truth. The mirror is
Perfect
Unlike looking into a polished
Square of aluminum or a puddle
That ripples on black pavement
They reflect distorted views. My
Mirror is perfect
But I see wrong.
I think I see me
but the mirror shows my form,
I think I see me
but the mirror shows my smile,
I think I see me
but the mirror just reflects light,
The mirror needs no polishing
Can Windex erase delusion?
(Inspired by the picture by Miss Sam Duffy)
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