Gaze into the mirror,
Lock gaze with your own eyes,
See them widen/shallow breathing,
Signs of your surprise.
What if what you saw in there,
Is opinion, nothing more,
That every stab and painful point,
That it may be something more,
But what it is is jealousy,
And fear that you're the best,
So look into the glassy depths,
And get it off your chest.
Beauty and be-holding,
The two be-linked as one,
And you'll be standing still,
When every' else is gone.
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.