despite the mirrors reflecting me,
it’s not me with all simplicity.
I see someone looking perfectly fine,
though I’m sure that reflection isn’t mine.
I feel broken and impaired,
don’t push, don’t fight; I’m not prepared.

The reflection copies my moves,
its body matches my every bruise.
I hear voices whispering everywhere,
I’ve looked at the mirror with too much stare.

I turn my head to walk away,
but the reflection is there to stay.
The hallucinations go on and on,
from morning to night, they’re never gone
and though I move, it yet stays still,
watching as seconds, by hours, by days fill.
and one day, I stare at it and realize,
that I watch myself and it stays paralyzed,
that I watch myself too much to care,
that someone is always there.
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