The Mirror, knower of all

by Jessica   Dec 30, 2005


As I stood in my bathroom
trying not to look at it,
it stared at me.
It was the large mirror on the wall.
I knew what it was thinking.
It was talking to me.
It is telling me things that I know are true,
but that I do not want to hear.
The mirror is my conscience.

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