Mirrors, we are mirrors

I worry, she panics

I judge, she criticizes

And in us remain those qualities

But between us remains animosity



Tears, arguments and words, the harshest of words

We are mirrors of one another

In the most ugliest traits

We remain the same

So why if we are mirrors

Do I loathe that I worry, that she panics

And why all the while, does she hate that I judge, that she criticizes

We are not two connected by one

But one separated by our inner heart

And in our human nature to be better in the eyes of the mirror

We know no else but to take the most powerful hammer

And throw it to that mirror. 


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