Two Way Mirror

Two Way Mirror

Who is this person I see in the mirror, all battered and bruised that everyone fears her

Why is she so sad and in duress, when everyone around her thinks she is perfectly pressed

I look at myself in a fun house mirror, all distorted and warped and very unclear

You look at me with rose colored glasses, all pretty in pink in beautiful glasses

So either way I am not seen as me, just a version of what you want to see me to be

 

Kariann Alcala, 2010

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