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Mirror, Mirror,

What do you see?

Between the cracks

That obscure me.

My reflection,

It's so deformed,

Rusted by tears

And anger worn

Across my skin,

A fragrance light

That smells like lies;

It smells like spite,

Like jealousy

I mask beneath

A laugh, a smile

Of bright, white teeth

I wish I had

But only see

Within the mind

That grips its dreams

Like death will come,

Rip them away;

I can't let go;

I'm so afraid

Of how I'll fall

And how I'll break;

I know the game,

Know what's at stake

And what it takes

To win the prize:

An endless race

Of sacrifice

And no return

For what you lose,

A risk you hold,

A risk you choose,

Although you're not

Prepared to make

That choice that will

Be the mistake

To ruin you,

Now that it's done.

So this is it,

The race you'll run

And try to win

Through every loss;

I know the game;

I know the cost;

I know it's high;

I know it's deep;

I know the vict-

Ory is sweet

If you can find

It in the dark,

But it's a tar-

Get hard to mark

And hard to hit

Amidst the storm,

The weight of the

Secrets you've borne

For far too long

In too much strife

To ever face

While gripping life

Between your hands

That shake and slide;

They scream in pain;

Your soul inside

Echoes the cries,

Reverberates

The shout that shows

All you can take

And still survive,

Still cling to life,

Still breathe once more

Despite the knife

Pressing your throat,

A threat that looms

And won't back down,

Won't release you.

You ought to please;

Don't slow your pace!

Along the road,

Engaged in chas-

Ing some far dream,

Some high ideal

That isn't right

And isn't real,

And you can't reach

It if you try;

You couldn't snatch,

Achieve, or buy

It if you were

The bright display

You've fantasized

To be one day,

So how could I?

Why do I try?

Mirror, Mirror,

Tell me why.

Yes, tell me why;

I want to hear,

Though the truth

Is what I fear

And my desire

At the same time;

Uniquely it's true;

Uniquely it's mine;

Uniquely am I

Dreaming tonight,

Wishing to make

My world seem right,

Reflection right

In this cold glass

I'll clear of haze,

And then at last

See what I am,

That truth I fear

And will obstruct

With how I veer

From word to word

And truth to lie,

Till I can't tell

Just what is my

Reflection here;

What do I see?

So, Mirror, why

Don't you tell me

And end this here,

Right here, right now;

I'll take the truth;

I'm ready now

To handle it;

I need to know,

And I'm afraid–

Does it still show–

Of how I'll take

The news you bring.

Mirror, Mirror,

Answer me.

Demons I hide

Are leaking out,

So tell me now

Before I shout

This misery

For all to see

And transform all

They know of me

Because it's lies,

Never been true,

And, Mirror, that's

Not news to you.

You see the truth;

You see it plain;

You see me in

The scars and pain

I won't accept

And never show,

But now I see;

Yes, now I know,

And it can't change

What I endure,

No matter how

It is the pur-

Est form of me;

I hate it still,

So I'll still run;

Yes, I still will

Run to the dream

I'll never reach.

Mirror, Mirror,

Please don't preach

To me what I

Already know;

It won't stop me;

I have to go

Face life as it

Will come to me,

'Cause then I'll know,

And then I'll see

How hopeless it

Was from the start,

And, Mirror, you

Will break apart

In shattered glass

Across my floor,

Reflecting me

Forevermore,

Always to shine,

Though I'll ignore

What I can see

Forevermore,

But no more lies;

No, none for me.

I want the truth

I won't believe.

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Perfect beauty: one ambition we'll NEVER achieve, no matter how much we try or cry or kill ourselves inside. But, we still try, don't we? I guess we can't help it; we want it that bad. Oftentimes, we maybe don't admit it to ourselves, how much we want it. We may claim we don't care, that we're unbothered, unaffected, but are we really? If you truly are unaffected, then I admire you, because you must have a strength of mind and spirit that I can only dream about. And, if you are affected, hurting, scarred, somewhere deep inside... then, that's alright. I'm right there with you. You're not alone, and it's ok to feel that way. We're human, and we're ambitious. There's nothing wrong with that. However, we must be careful to not let those human ambitions stop us from becoming who we truly can become, the reality, not the hopeless ideal.