The mirror cracks

with broken glass

unable to hold

the lies that are told

everything plastic

thought as attractive

the soulless has worth

we're told to convert

what is to live

what is to give

over the feelings

that each day we're stealing

this life isn't me

if it's from a tv

just crossing the line

we say that we're fine

live to be you

not to change what you do

what is really real

is the beauty you feel


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