Mirror
The mirror is my quiet friend,
It doesn't laugh at me,
It sees the tears I try to hide,
And holds my gaze when pain won't slide.
It never says anything, yet understand,
Reflects the tremble in my hands.
Like rain that falls when alone,
It weeps with me in silent tone.
So when the world turns cold and blind,
I seek the glass that’s always kind.
It shows me scars, but not with shame
Just proof I’ve lived through every flame.
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