And so the mirror cried,

"Other people,
Are all I see.
Only other people,
But what about me?

I give you so much,
Your reflection now known,
But what about me?
Can I see my own?

I get cleaned, then ignored,
For eternity it seems.
Sometimes you're satisfied,
Others I hear screams.

But what about me?
So selflessly alone.
Forever is my friend,
And your perception is my throne.

Other people,
That's all I get to see.
Yet all you ask is,
"'But what about me?'"

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