The mirror of the world is neither silver nor gold
Designed from unleashed potential and projected self importance
Staring into it’s abyss, often ignites the emotion of inadequacy and comparability
The reflection staring back internally wounded, but externally portrait as “having it together”
With weakness an enemy, the internally hides, eats away at the soul and self is conflicted
mirror mirror of the world, why so cruel?
But am I? Am I truly cruel?
For the subjection of self to staring into that abyss of a made up world, is truly the cruellest?