Before Mirrors
Now is when you love to sit before mirrors
Fixing your hair, making sure it is just right
Putting on the face you wish you had
Trying to hide who you really are
But staring right back at you are the joys and fears
What lies behind those eyes?
The one you tried to hide
You see the pain you have suffered
You start to cry
Because you know the lies
The lies you tell yourself
As you sit before the mirrors
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