The Mirror

There she stands leaning against the wall
the most judgmental of them all 
her eyes doing constant inspections
pointing out my imperfections

Looking down at me, she stands so tall
digging deeper into my unfixable hole
and I die every time she smirks at me
ignorant of my existence beyond this body

As she appears, all my flaws unroll
camouflaging my beautiful soul
she stares at me from the virtual space
as tears come streaming down my face

But she doesn't know what I possess within
the spirit which radiates in me remains unseen
She says the world takes things only for face value
thence I am left to sulk with the unconventional few 




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