Shattered Illusions
A mirror’s deception
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Or was it?
I couldn't tell the difference lately, my reality was becoming distorted.
I would find myself staring into the mirror for hours just wishing that I could understand all the madness around me.
My dreams felt real and my reality was morphed.
I was so confused, it was so hard to put things into perspective.
Was it me, or was it the mirror.
As the sun began to set and tears rolled down my cheek. I laid my head down on the pillow, It’s been hard to escape my thoughts lately and Ive been scared to fall asleep.
I know that my dreams will fade to nightmares, and the cold sweats will keep me up.
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so so relatable. Love you tied in the mirror.