Mirrors

The reflection 

wants me to die.

The reflection

wants me to starve.

The Reflection

wants to be loved.

The Reflection

wants to change.

The reflection

wants to be changed.

The Reflection

creates a facade

so that the reflection

appears 

fine.

just tired :)

This poem is about: 
Me

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