Mirror,
Why don’t you crack?
Or turn dark?
When I take a look at you.
Mirror,
Cut my tears into sections and analyze each drop as unit,
I feel like everything I do is pretentious.
Break my face into a mosaic,
Because inside me, I feel like a shade of many black.
But you, do nothing but
Laugh when I do and cries when I do,
Or is it a mock?
Then please cut it.
Because right now, I could do with some truths.
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