It feels cold
Lifeless
Reflecting back merely what is
On the outside
Face value
It does not reveal who I am
My core beliefs, who my heart,
My soul belongs to.
It is just a mirror,
Not reflective of pain, mistrust,
Or the armor I am slowly building up
On the inside to block me from feeling
Anything at all. Slowly but surely the walls are closing but my mirror, my magic mirror doesn't whisper, or hint, or even give a peek. All looks quiet on the outside, like yesterday, like tomorrow.
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