Flawless, smooth and a little fragile,
I was like a mirror, something you could only imagine,
You were furious by my veracity,
Envied my natural audacity,
Because I showed you your true self,
Reflected your horrors and feared no one else,
In a fit of anger, you threw mud and stones in my direction,
funnily enough, filthier became your own reflection,
As mercy poured from the heavens,
I stood tall again, my glory did not lessen,
but honey, it's sad because now the world can see,
your vicious reality, all through me.
-A/N heya, I hope you're all good ❤️
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