Reflection
Is this me? The mirror in which reflects my self a lie, or an illusion?
The smile you hide behind.
Your eyes, the windows of your soul.
Your hands that quiver, your lips that cringe.
The fabric clinging to your skin.
A poser, prep, emo, without label?
A girl, invisible. Lost within herself.
Tears for you, a smile for him, a laugh for those that don’t understand.
Hiding yourself from the monster you think you’ve become.
A roll there, scars there. Imperfection. Ugly.
Curse the body you walk in. Curse the point of living.
Cry
Cry
Cry
A mirror, Two sides. Reflection of your views.
Who is hiding behind those eyes?
The illusion. The lie.
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