Title: Soul. Mirror.
by Amy | in writing, poetry
Look into my eyes. What can you see?
It can only be
Soul. Mirror.
Your face is my reflection.
Reversed in its direction.
No individu-al-i-ty
A mirrored personal-i-ty
But not you. Me.
My
Soul. Mirror.
Some days I wonder if the
Soul. Mirror.
Would like to break apart
And show my heart
The dark wood frame that's
Solid. True.
But certainly not you.
Then I imagine, what if everyone has a
Soul. Mirror.
Refections bouncing round the earth
No one knowing what they're worth
Creating a kaleidescope of colour
Making us think we're different from each other
Kidding ourselves we are unique,
Something special. Not this clique.
Though we're the same genetically
99.9% you see?
But the thing I fear the most
The thought that haunts my like a ghost
Is...
Maybe there's nothing behind the
Soul. Mirror.
The soul within just wasn't even there
But all I ask is
Would you care?
Idea of being yourself, and what ""yourself"" actually is
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