This poem is dedicated to Change-of-Heart-2 you are one of the most
awesomest people I know so here is a BB/Rae one for you!
In the end a mirror always reflects the truth
A picture is worth a thousand words as they say
But what if you're mirror was shattered
Like mine
So now I walk around with a fake mirror
Not a mirror with my real reflection
But the reflection of who others want me to be
Real was tormented
Fake was praised
This world of emotions is never stopping
And yet
Never going at the same time
Will I fight to keep my fake mirror?
Or fight to get back what is real?
And why couldn't they of seen the real me before it was too late?
Where is my true reflection?