Mirror
It’s just me in there.
Not smiling.
In the mirror,
A piece of glass which is not some passing phase.
A hallucination,
Which is continuous.
Blurring,
Crooked, and emotionless.
Mirrors are everywhere in this world.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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