Mirror, Mirror
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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Aakriti Karan
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