I am the truth.

I am not what you think is in yourself

I am not what you think of yourself

I am simply you.

And I have been many other souls,

To placate the fact that I don’t have one of my own.

Maybe I held a real purpose once,

Maybe I felt real once,

But I’m shallow.

Were I liquid you would never get your arm through.

Were I a portal there would be nothing on the other side.

You would end where you started,

Just a little warped.

You don’t need me.

You can love me,

You can hate me,

You can ignore my presence.

But you don’t need me.

You’d know if you really looked in the mirror.