I look at the mirror and see my reflection,
seeing the side of hate and deception
I look in my eyes and see all my sorrow,
wishing that there was someone else’s to borrow
One half of me is standing quite well,
the other half seems to sit there and dwell
Indicating that there is need for attention,
hoping to scare away my life’s apprehension
The way I see it, the mirror has two paths,
choosing the wrong one will fill it with cracks
Though people might know which one to choose,
the decision you make might break it in two
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