I think the mirror is lying.
The face I see
cannot be mine.
How can it be?
The girl looking back at me
looks put together.
Beautiful, even.
Her skin shines.
Her eyes hide no secrets.
Her body stands
like it belongs to her.
I think
my mirror is lying.
That girl is not broken.
Her smile is not cracked.
It reaches her eyes.
She does not look like me.
She does not.
I am telling you.
She is whole.
So tell me—
is it the mirror that lies?
Or is it you?
You who say
I am broken.
The mirror shows me
a whole girl.
Who is lying?
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
I think the mirror is lying.
The face I see
cannot be mine.
How can it be?
The girl looking back at me
looks put together.
Beautiful, even.
Her skin shines.
Her eyes hide no secrets.
Her body stands
like it belongs to her.
I think
my mirror is lying.
That girl is not broken.
Her smile is not cracked.
It reaches her eyes.
She does not look like me.
She does not.
I am telling you.
She is whole.
So tell me—
is it the mirror that lies?
Or is it you?
You who say
I am broken.
The mirror shows me
a whole girl.
Who is lying?