Mirrors

I say I am decieved,
I know I am decieved,
so why does what I percieve
still remain?
That harsh glass that cuts
deeper than skin stares back,
ready to conquer.
This glass all around me,
stealing me, ripping me, scarring
me and then puking me back
to see what I’ve become.
So hideous…
“I say I am decieved,
I know I am decieved”
but what I percieve still remains.

Mirrors

Nightwolf

Joined October 2007

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