May 1, 2012
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How can a reflection be both a blessing and a curse?
Like a mirror in a fun house portraying a distorted image –
except there’s no amusement

We see ourselves one way
but we never seem to believe
The glass seems to chuckle at our

Mind and mirrors
– mischievous in their practices
Parents and peers
– contradicting in their words

From a best friend
to a worst enemy
the line between satisfactory wavers
with each glimpse of how we see ourselves.
Not for the heart on the inside;
for the body trapping it

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sbets said...
Aug. 1, 2012 at 8:27 pm

Great! Good idea! Amazing job!

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