You’re a vision in a distorted mirror.

I struggle just to see you clearer.

A contorted face stares back at me

With a smile filled with crooked teeth.

 

If I concentrate hard I know I’ll see

A regular face staring back at me.

I try to pull my emotions together

as I struggle to see my true reflection.

 

Image: Pintrest

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