double images appear
splitting one into two
identical but yet not
the me i am
the me i'm not
within my view
my heart it bleeds
a tortured soul in agony
shattered words
low self-esteem
a mirror illusion
that's all it is
hurtful lies
promise's not kept
broken heart still unhealed
just for a moment
if fate was kind
i'd find our images rearranged
my reflection
would hold beauty
i'd see myself through
unblemished eyes




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