Mirror

Mirror, mirror before my eyes,
What are all the lies
I have told myself?

I see you.
You see not me,
But the real you
That you refuse to recognize.
My faults are yours;
My sins are yours,
But you’re never punished.
You hate me
Though you really
Despise yourself.
Still you’d rather frame me
Than fix yourself.
Then you try to shatter me
When the sight isn’t to your liking,
But my pieces continue to silently reflect
My world of realism among the fakes
Because unlike you,
I never lie.

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