They kept saying I lie
And I kept denying
But as the time went by
I got myself lying too
The thin sheet of silver diminished
And the mirror was not a mirror anymore
My reality kept swinging back and forth
In a lie and the truth
I still keep on imagining myself
The honest one
But what if my persona
Already damaged into pieces
And now even if someone glue it together
The joints are still visible
© Aaria