Mirrors lie
when they shine
a reflection of a truth
that's hard to swallow.
Never could see myself
like others see me.
Somehow my view
seems to be through the closed eyes
of one who will never know
what real beauty is.
Real beauty?
Smiles cry
when they shelter
pain too rich to be swallowed
whole.
Minced expectations still
large enough to choke on.
Never felt the thickness
of confidence
on my tongue.
Wrapping my words in armor-
leaving them untarnished
and unshaken.
Maybe mirrors aren't my friend
and the view of who I really am
is found only
in my mind's eye.
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