My Mirror, My Truth
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Often when we look at ourselves in the mirror, we are our own worst critiques. I've tried to write the relationship between ourselves and our mirrors and what we are really looking for sometimes.
This mirror doesn’t assess, nor does it judge.
It will never critique nor hold a grudge.
It will always be my glass of reflection
Showing every curve and every rejection.
This mirror stands still, always stands static.
Staring back at me like I’m a fanatic
That loves to preen, loves to prune,
Loves to live in a mirrored cocoon.
This mirror shows the lie I want to conceive
That lets me approve my emotional leave
And not the beauty like my identical twin.
I pretend I’m ugly, I’m too fat or too thin.
This mirror stands still, showing the inside of me.
My insecurities that no one else can see.
It’s my defiant shiny silver friendly opponent
Reminding me I’m that huge monstrous rodent.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
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