mirrors surround me
shards of a self i once believed was my own—
it was just the paint i wore each morning
to cover up the tears behind my eyes.
a magnificent artwork
i lost my true face
looking for the smile that answered first
and not the one that was truly mine
and yet-
that's the problem with mirrors
they are hollow inside
are they really a reflection of you if they distort what's true?
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
mirrors surround me
shards of a self i once believed was my own—
it was just the paint i wore each morning
to cover up the tears behind my eyes.
a magnificent artwork
i lost my true face
looking for the smile that answered first
and not the one that was truly mine
and yet-
that's the problem with mirrors
they are hollow inside
are they really a reflection of you if they distort what's true?