Mirror
I am the mirror
The mirror is me
Reflecting back
What I think I see
It tells me
I am old
Older than my soul
Coldness from the glass
Reveals my hard past
Both
Which could be shattered
By thoughtless careless hands
Slipping through one’s fingers
Scattered as we land
Glistening awkward pieces
Jagged pointed thorns
Distorted image ceases
As many more were born
I am the mirror
The mirror is me
Reflecting back
Distorted tragedy
~YerTweetyness~

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