the mirror
beware of the mirror,
for it shows just what one wants to see.
her silent gaze with that painted smile,
not a mere glimpse of the truth, so vile.
how her eyes flutter every night before sleep,
just how seamlessly the mirror hides her weep.
her heart orchestrates symphonies so often,
yet all you see is someone truly calm, like you and me.
the world doesn’t care, not all stories end well.
yet the mirror stays loyal and she’s ready to listen,
the girl with the silent gaze and the painted smile.
after all, not so vile.
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