We all have mirrors
hanging in our mind’s eye.
They show us who we are.
Our glass core
If your mirror is wrong you never know
What is right
Fuck you all might be completely unjustified.
I love you for these fifteen minutes and I don’t know why.
You never know
But the trouble is
The mirror is still tilted to the right angle for you to see
A prisoner to your own perception.
So you think you know. But people
Tell you otherwise.
I am not a narcissist I am in a house of mirrors.
‘I’m a good person.’
I want to kill myself.
If I fuck everyone then one day I might feel something.
There is a way to smash the mirror but broken glass is hard to get out of the carpet.