I look into the mirror
That’s
Foggy and blurred,
And wrap myself around
The shape
I see in return.
Put a face to name,
And name to face,
Turn my back and suddenly,
That’s
Not
The
Case?
Watching from afar
As another cries,
Helpless to do anything but
Keep it inside
And escape the mess
that’s only mine,
Navigate the maze
Inside their mind.
Holding out a hand I could never take,
slamming on a door that I couldn’t
Break,
But now that you’re
holding out
the key to
me,
One can finally
See—
Past the
mirror
Image.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 7:55 AM UTC
I look into the mirror
That’s
Foggy and blurred,
And wrap myself around
The shape
I see in return.
Put a face to name,
And name to face,
Turn my back and suddenly,
That’s
Not
The
Case?
Watching from afar
As another cries,
Helpless to do anything but
Keep it inside
And escape the mess
that’s only mine,
Navigate the maze
Inside their mind.
Holding out a hand I could never take,
slamming on a door that I couldn’t
Break,
But now that you’re
holding out
the key to
me,
One can finally
See—
Past the
mirror
Image.
“A butterfly cannot see its own wings.”
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