Mirrors

Wake up, get dressed

Look in the mirror

Don't be stressed.

Society is ugly

But I am a beautiful mess.

 

My clothes are my mirror

Reflecting my style.

I have nothing to fear

But wandering awhile

Until someone holds me dear.

 

Someone will love me

Not a copy, but unique

The real me is all they will see.

They will fall in love

With the original I shall be.

 

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