To My Mirror
It must be hard to be a mirror.
To always show only the truth and then to be blamed for the reflection.
It must be hard to remember that beneath that shiny surface there is a person there.
A person of depth and beauty. A person so obviously blind to their own reflection.
When we look into a mirror, we do not even see ourselves. We see our insecurities, our pasts written in lines upon our bodies, our emotions, our mind states. And somewhere beneath all that there is the person we really are. Naked, bare, exposed. We fear this so deeply that we cover ourselves with lies, crimes against our humanity. And we use those around us to support those lies, we use other's mirror, so we are secure in our knowledge that we are worthless pieces of shit that are neither capable of loving ourselves nor others. As we drown in our own insecurities, we are safe in knowing that everyone else is drowning with us. As a people we drown. Delighted by our united stupidity. Well...at least we are united.
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