Sometimes life becomes a wall,
And the people become the mirror on it.
They are there to show the real you,
they are there to show how hard you lose.
You stand infront of it,
with all your makeup done.
you think you're lookin great,
But the good comments are none.
And your appearance of self confidence,
speaks very less, I say.
Your soul knows how weak you are,
from the heart, they say.
And the mirrors on the wall,
They laugh and won't regret.
But your mind will be torn apart,
thinking you are the worst,
Even to hate.....
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An interesting piece. True beauty is always found within.