Gross Mirrors


There's someone watching me,
Twisted and turned,
Deformed to abnormality,
Seeking and waiting to catch me,
To grab hold and chain me.

Paranoid and panicked,
I shut all the curtains,
And lock every door,

But someone still sees me,
Mockingly laughing at my attempts,
My fear of being stolen.

I have no options left,
With nothing to hide me,
No one else to save me,
It's just I to defend myself,
To break gross mirrors.

But soon,
Soon they'd be replaced,
And it'd be rinse and repeat.

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