Mirrors Poem by cynthia fino

Mirrors



They see me as I see them
And I watch as they start to condemn
You see through me as though I am glass
Yet look to me to see changes from the past
I stay composed and keep all sanity
As I project the of essence of vanity 
Remember I am not a sham
And they do not reflect who I am

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