Who controls the mirror’s reflection,
For what are we,
but mere facets of cordiality…?
We dip and bow in life’s slow waltz
With graceful, flowing strides,
Yet behind it all, we plot and plan
With ever-growing lies…
The mirror shows our “real world” selves,
Our happiness, our denial…
And through it all, we face ourselves
And show nothing but a smile.
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