It is unfair
That a fragile piece
Of mere glass
Has the power
To not only physically
Cut us, but also
Rip us from insides
Shred our falsehoods
And exhibit what remains
The naked truth.
If I were a mirror
I'd be more sensitive
I'd, for one, learn to lie.
I'd let people live
In their hollow bubbles.
But that is not why when she
Timidly comes and stands
Before me, I tell her
She looks wonderful.
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