Mirror Mirror, Not At All
Mirror mirror, is that all?
A facade and a frame,
beauty on the face.
A grin on the face,
that is what it takes.
I see me,
you see me.
Not really,
there is more than this.
Mirror mirror,
you are fake.
You don't see the real,
that lies beneath that pretty face.
Mirror mirror,
you distract me,
from facing the truth,
that buries deep.
No mirror no,
you don't see anything other than my face.
What else do you know,
other than the human shape.
Just a decor taking up space,
and confusion that you make.
A boost of ego,
but not at all.
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