Mirrors reflect what you see
I see a stranger, not me.
Mirrors only capture the outside
Not what I hide.
The weight I carry inside is unseen
Not showing a scene.
The glass holds no words
But I think of thousands, as big as herds.
The pieces of who I am
Is not shown, not even a gram.
There is more to find
But looking almost makes me blind.
When the mirror is broken,
I start to see pieces that were unspoken.
I start to see a deeper version of me
One who is truly me.
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