The mirror

The mirror speaks a truth that you don't want to hear
What makes you so afraid is right there and it's so clear
That anyone but you would run away and scream
But no, you choose to stay and bathe in your darkest dream.

There is no light or rainbows or things you'd like to share,
Just your naked costume, parading under moon's glare.
You twitch and turn and the sides are all the same,
Fractions of life past make up new rules for your present game.

Is it your vision that is cheating you, or is truth that which you see?
You dig through all the layers in seeking what should be.
But that which you discover is no should, no could, no would,
It is the pure essence of bad...and good.


◄ Thoughts in a dark room

Memory of you ►


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