Mirrors
all around me
different mirrors I see
reflecting different parts of me
turning around
there I am
so very young
and then so very old
my smiling eyes
are sad and cold
this mirror tells me that I'm lovely
but the other one tells me that I'm ugly
another tells me that time has gone
and left me behind
another tells me that I am living
another tells me that I am dying
fractured pieces lie all around me
speaking so much
telling me the truth, telling me lies
and as I try to reassemble them
I wonder
who am I?
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