Woman in the mirror


Beneath the room it hangs sheak,
gazing through tinted glass stranger stands weak.
A colour safe of world
Its texture simply bleak.
Beam of sun reflects- it stings.
noise of a bouncing rhythm- it rings.
Alien to a world of content -
a lifeplan of this is not what was meant.
Envy the reason glass did break
uncovering an empty body -
it's vacant to take.
Scattered pieces at her feet they cutt deep,
and I weep..
I see she...she is me.

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