The mirror lies.

For most of my life, it’s shown a twisted reality,

a distortion of the me I see

when I close my eyes.

My sighs

when I see the stranger looking back at me

a breath, a prayer on the wind to let me be

who I know I am

to let the sham fall free

and see

as clear, as pure as snow

the girl I know is me.

The mirror lies but I know who I am.

– a.s.c.

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