Mirror, Do You Lie To Me

Mirror, do you lie to me?

For when I intently gaze into
The smooth, reflective surface that is you
I see piercing eyes and spiking hair
Beauty that will always stay there.
But when I step outside the room
Gone is my naïve, innocent bloom,
For people, they seem to hate with a passion
The way I look for no real reason —
Black, they say, is a colour satanic,
And that my accessories are demonic,
They say my height is that of a kid's
And the way I carry myself is stupid,
So mirror, mirror, lest I cry,
Tell me, is my so-called "beauty" a lie?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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