Mirror image
A reflection
Or is it
A twisted fantasy
The eyes
Pierce my
Defenses now
Broken, irreparable
How can I
Combat that
Which knows
My dark secrets
Gripping reality
As though
It were a thing
Of comfort, ha
The lies
Growing and
Twisting like
Serpents, tempting
Where is it
The mirrors lead to
And what terrors
Wear our faces
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