MirrorIt helps when you cover up with makeup,
because you feel your too ugly not to.
To help when you think something is stuck in your teeth,
because mom's cooking always seems to.
To help when you're taking a picture of yourself,
because no pictures should come out blurry and ugly.
And yet it doesn't help me see who I am.
It doesn't help if I look into that mirror,
To check and see if I'm still awake,
If I'm still alive.
Or am I daydreaming again?
Lying in my own world of nothingness.
Where nothing has to make sense,
Thus there must be nothing.
This thing that I throw down at the ground,
Shattering it to pieces,
Because it showed a cracked reflection,
It wasn't like the time that I didn't look in the mirror,
While taking a picture.
The picture came out blurry and unclear.
But it was as if I weren't doing anything wrong,
To make anything bad happen.
And yet for some reason,
It is whenever I look in a mirror that I get a glimpse of who I really must be,
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