All you can see in the mirror is you,

And in the background,
The idealized versions of you,

Your yet to be met accomplishments,
Adored by the world,

Your grandiose a shrine,
Of you, you, you,

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Your humility a lie woven in to hold the picture just right,

Your love for others?
It's broken,

And one day when the mirror breaks,
There'll be no one and nothing left but the broken pieces.