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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mirror Mirror everywhere Large Small and Pale None it spares from the critiques of its glare Mirror, Mirror, it Surrounds me from everywhere Like Im in a mirror maze, growing inside, in layer Waiting for my death, I am stranded there Quietly it creeps upon me, taking thousand form Pieces of my few thousand years, becomes the norm Where should I run? My limbs feel numb I hated those thousand years I allowed consumption of Fear Forgetting I cant escape the Critique of that glare As light throw its beams everywhere I got lost, in the world of mirror in this maze Met my every self, standing in disgrace They hate me for living the life of Dorian Ignoring my sins wrapped inside my Euphorian I got shamed by the mirror, a million time Shame covered my skin in form of hymn Until, I realized who created this monstrous portal Not the mirror, but the shame wrapped in vortex coral I sold my soul, while believing I was the buyer They sold me white glitter, red lipstick and all my desire While they took away my identity, individuality and my fire Saw me as commodity, which they can hire Even my rage was sold back to me, stitched into t-shirts, sold in glossy rebellion ‘Empowered’ for just 999?! They sold my love, compassion and empathy To the ones who twisted it, and made it an anomaly In the great scheme, sold the idea of perfect "me" In reality, all the perfect Me's were stitched Parody The maze I wandered, built by them, Those monsters dressed in tie and hem, Their books, they sell on whims again. Who cashed on my pain. In the end, I tried to shad the mirror Yet it created more of the monster I was Fractured, and blasphemy laced with fuzz
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