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Liar Liar On The Wall

People lack good mirrors

Everybody has a mirror

That we look at ourselves with

And use to show others how we see them

But they are never accurate

 

Our mirrors are clouded in

Stereotypes

Cracked with

Labels

And shrouded with the grime of

Fear

Making the original picture

Very unclear

 

You

My friend

Have only seen a poor reflection of who I really am

 

You think I’m the smart girl who always raises her hand in class

Whose hair and clothes are always somehow slightly

Disheveled

Out of place

You’re sure I’m exclusive

Because you see me spending all my time and energy on only my friends

 

You believe I’m nice

But in just a “hi how are you” kind of way

Not in a truly sincere way

Impersonal

 

You imagine that I don’t have any trouble at all

Expressing

a thought

or emotion

That I’m confident

and always know what I’m doing

 

But really, despite what you think you see,

I’m actually

Quite different

From your reflection of me

 

I am not always so smart.

 

I haven't understood math since third grade

PEMDAS???

Nope

Nada

And the tragic truth is that without spell check

Eye wood problie spel lyke thiss

 

I also own a hairbrush

 

And can clean up quite nicely

I just like the lived in look

I’m totally not lazy

I just... uhh

Never mind

Who am I kidding?

The truth behind my bedraggled appearance,

Is that I would much rather sleep in than get up early to

curl my hair or pick out clothes that are not from my floor

 

I appear exclusive

 

because I only talk to certain people

But I am actually just really shy

Meeting new people scares me

It feels like every time I’m going to say something to a stranger

I always imagine how it could go wrong

And I stay silent

You wouldn’t know unless you asked though

Because when I am around my friends

I.

Never.

Shut.

Up.

And my reflection is chatty and animated

 

Some days my confidence is so low

I just want to into the floor

sink

And I even have trouble telling my closest friends how I feel sometimes

I get all balled up and closed

 

In the end I know our mirrors are inaccurate

But if the way we see ourselves and view others

is always warped by our mirrors

Clouded in

Stereotypes

Cracked with

Labels

And shrouded with the grime of

Fear

Making the original picture

Very unclear

Then can anyone realy be truly understood

Or is the way one views everything all just an illusion?

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