Mirror, Mirror on the ceiling
Tell me what you are revealing
A past that I have been concealing
Or the truth I have not been seeing
The person that I have been sealing
The one I deemed unappealing
Mirror, Mirror on the ceiling
Here I stand beneath you kneeling
Ready to finally begin peeling
Through the mask that I've been feeling
The identity that I keep stealing
And the lies I have been receiving
Mirror, Mirror on the ceiling
I look to you for freedom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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