mirrors

so the accidental girl exposed herself in

her own wobbly circus mirror, you know,

the one where you’re a bit squashed and skewed and not quite you.

she held a pane up to the one who means the world

to her and all the smoke and mirrors, 

upon which you may rely for warmth

receded and revealed a heartless deed.

she looked again and noticed her worst fears about her make-up.

she has the tendency to egotise, the very trait she hates to see.

so these mirrors have been weilded in some inadvertent war

and she finds she still is haunted by confusion long ignored.

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