When you gaze into the glass of reflection,
It pains that you see a dull face,
A mouth that is trembling, unsteady
And a tear that’s beginning to trace
Down your pale cheek. It’s trapped alone
In the silvery plate of deception.
You have nowhere to go, no escape
Breakdown is the clearest intention.
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me and mirrors are not best friends usually im doing what your poem says, short thus very powerful and strong, really well written. i like your work
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short but powerful i like it
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Mirrors are such a bad thing to go near when there's any form of sadness on the mind and I think this poem is a well written continuation on the traditional use of the mirror to see into a persons psyche. Simple but movingly so.
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