My freedom came
when I stopped reflecting myself —
and started seeing the mirror.
Not to judge.
Not to fit in.
But to face the gaze
no one else dares to hold.
What you see
is what you want.
Not necessarily what’s true.
But look deep —
deep into the eyes of the mirror.
Inside… is truth.
Not the kind you polish.
Not the kind you sell.
Only the kind you carry —
or burn from denying.
Socrates whispered:
“Do you know who you are?”
Lucifer answered:
“Now he does.”
And I smiled.
Not because I liked what I saw,
but because I finally dared to see it.
We fear the mirror not because it lies,
but because it shows what we’ve tried to forget.
This piece is for those who are done with pretending.
Light isn’t always pretty.
Sometimes, it looks like Lucifer.
