Mirrors
mirrors
Reflections
Neglections
Of personalities
We will never see who we truly are
We will only see our pimples and scars
Inner demons in a cage of glass
Yet none of us think to ask
"Why do I keep coming back"
Back to these mirrors
The ones that never make our cheeks burn pink
We don't want to think
In fear our ego will shrink
Would it not be best if we were to cover them?
To fight our demons? To smother them?
Or is it best to accept
True vulnerability where it's kept?
In our mind where our thoughts have never slept?
Or is it best
To keep looking in the mirrors
And leave a legacy as the legendary fearers