The Mirror - Poem by Lidia Anderson
If i am you and you are me, then what is the mirror?
its meant to deceive. to twist the truth, to spin whats real,
they dont want you to know what they are trying to conceal.
there's a world over there all backwards and bent,
a world if we knew we'd grow to resent.
its free from depression, pain, sadness and death,
its beauty is magnificent, it will take your last breathe.
there is something here that craves infatuation,
this world doesnt exist, its just my imagination.
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