When you truely look at yourself, what do you see ?

Do you feel at home when you stare at your reflection ?

Or does it play in your mind, more like an infection?

Tell me what’s in your eyes,

And before you try to tell me more lies,

Take a look at your reflection, does it pass the inspection ?

You see, it’s all eyes on you,

Everybody’s put you under review.

Next moves on you....

Mirrors in my mind

Thoughts lie in this vast expanse

More than reflections at first glance

Through the looking glass we see

The depths of our own mystery

In our minds the mirror shimmers and gleams

Revealing the essence of who we really seem

Memories dance in a mirrored hall

Some stand tall while others fall

Reflections twist in a maze of light

Revealing secrets in the quiet of night

Holding th...

Warping one’s perception

Of themself

A mirror maze in a fun house

Is not so fun when you are trapped

Stuck in perpetuating dead ends

All while having to analyze

Both yourself and your next move

The attraction is not all that different

From my own psychology...

The mirror of my mind wants to reflect

It wants to see my past with a clean surface

My future with a beautiful big shine

And my present to be **_defined

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The mirror of mind sometimes haunts me

It could help me but can break me

It shows the real me but sometimes disguises as someone else

It creates fuss, (unsolved)

But it also cleans, (beautifully evolved)

It shapes my way to think

The way...

glass walls surround my thoughts

all jumbled up in my head

waiting to burst out

I’m only alive until I’m dead

I just need to hold it in

a little bit longer

I don’t care if I lose or win

I just need to be a bit stronger

but everyday it gets harder

to keep it all inside

plaster on a smile, I’m no martyr

I’ve lied and I’ve cried

and nobody knows

I overthink a lot

insecure about my mouth, my nose

comp...

I stare at her with

hatred and disgust in my eyes.

her face is oily and full of pimples,

her arms are too long,

her stomach protrudes,

her thighs aren’t right,

her hair is always a mess.

I just want to scream and punch her

but i can’t,

or else the mirror would shatter

into a million pieces....

my mind is not a peaceful place

broken glass and crumbled walls

past arguments

and spoken slurs

echo down my marble halls

stress and red

lace the ceilings

fragile portraits

capture my feelings

I hate my guts

and my friend dressed in pink

i love my clothes

but i’m not what you’d think

sometimes i go days

without thinking to eat

but it’s alright

things are always changing

and in my reflection...

The way you organise your desk, your outfit, gestures, expressions, word choices, grammar, car, house, even the way you tie your laces, it’s all a mirror to your mind, and I use that, I use it to learn your darkest secrets, but I don’t use them. I like to think of it as omniscience, I know everything about everyone I know, but I do use it for bad, or for good, I just have it, my own private displa...

Mirrors of the mind

Some dim

Unkind

Multi-toned

Reflection echos

Ever on into eternity

When You look at me

Do you see?

A reflection of peace and beauty

My mirrors need aligned

One breath

One day at a time

Some have cracks

Streaks and scratches

Yet somewhere

tucked in behind

There’s a little man

Who miraculously rewinds

He straightens the mirror

Replaces the glass

It’s quite the task

Yet...

Based on the ‘miss may I’ song of the same name.

…

I watched my better,

Fall away into shards of glass.

My mind turned to a fetter,

‘You will not be free and pass’

I gazed into the mirror,

My head had fucked up.

These eyes, stones of a sinner,

Their glare like a burnt sun.

These broken slivers,

Reflecting my facets.

I will make them believers,

And escape these mindsets.

Holding these pieces,

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