Mirrors Poem by Lynette Lawrence

There is someone in the mirror
looking back at you
sick of all your lies,
sick of all the times she tried to cry.

But in a mirror there is no place to hide,
even unbreakable glass was meant to see through.
And I can't ask you
'Can you take the truth'?

The only thing a mirror hates
is crookedness.
And it'll reflect
all the wrong we told it.

I think a mirror is great,
but just 'till the day
it's phenomenal power
starts to fade.

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