POETRY: The Mirror is a Liar

The mirror is a liar
It masks my truth
And reflects a lie.

It doesn't reveal
The beautiful scars I wear
From the fires
I conquered.

It doesn't reveal
The inner crevices
Of a broken heart
Left for shatter.

It doesn't reveal
How I conquered
The walls
my mind built
As an obstacle.

I am different.
The only truth
That matters is mine
That even my reflection
Will never see.

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