Who do you see when you stare into the mirror,
Who do you want to see when you glare into the mirror,
Whom is that you think you are?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
Fairytales of us all,
Mirror, mirror doesn't show,
The truth we want to know.
When did you begin to see,
When does it begin to end,
When is it just something else,
When do you see?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
Fairytales of us all,
Mirror, mirror doesn't show,
The truth isn’t shown for what we know.
What do you see,
Where do you see it go,
Where do you find it,
Where is your soul?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
Fairytales of us all,
Mirror, mirror doesn't show,
The truth we don’t want to know..
---Author---
Hey y'all,
So lately I've been thinking and writing. Most of my stuff remains unpublished as I think they're for different times. However, if you're liking what you currently read please don't forget to share and spread the word. I'm just a poet, and lyricist. I like to draw people into the reading...
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About the Creator
Rachael J. Davis
Writing is to share experiences within my own life. I use Vocal to promote my own lyrics and poetry more than anything else. Thank you for reading these simple poems and lyrics. https://lnk.bio/allisnotgold04
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