Mirror, Mirror


I don't like mirrors.
Venom will seep out of me,
I'm poisonous.
Salt binds me to my nonexistent,
sugary core.
I'm fake.
Can't you see through me?
Or have I built up my walls too high?
I promise I'm not who you think I am.
I'm not anything.
They show me things I hate seeing.
 ~Divya

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